Insomniac Blathering

I have determined that Mountain Dew tastes like Swedish Fish. Not the green Mountain Dew, the new one, the blue one (Voltage). I discovered this when we went to the store to get more Code Red, and they were out. So, I looked, and decided, "I like Citrus! I like Raspberries! I'll give it a go!"

So I did. I tried it. It's a bit too sweet for me to swap over entirely, but as a go between, when they're out of Code Red, sure. It's not bad, just.. I think of Swedish Fish at every sip. It also makes me think of the blue synthehol drinks from Star Trek: The Next Generation. I just picture Riker, or Jordi, or Data, twirling a swizzle stick in one, sipping it idly. I'm lame like that.

And while I'm rambling on, I come to dolls. I like dolls. I didn't use to. When I was a little kid, I thought Barbie was lame. I wanted to play with G.I. Joes, and Ninja Turtles, or just the boy dolls. And, I don't think we (me or my sisters) HAD boy dolls. Like, at all. I think maybe for a while, when I got a New Kids On The Block doll for Christmas one year, but I think he got chewed up by my baby sister. Or possibly Nekokoi. She chewed the doll hands and feet as I recall, alot. Also Mom's knitting needles.

No I'm not drunk. I'm just kind of musing to myself at 1 in the morning. I'm in a weird sort of mood. Life is weird.