Dear Chocolate Milk,
Please get out. I prefer, if you don’t mind, you take the normal route. I will take some of the blame because I did pick you based on your color, and your name. But I’m so over you, my chest is on fire! My stomach can run a car with no tires! You’re not welcome here any longer. I’m thirsty for relief so I have a back up that’s stronger; this love hate relationship will be no more, say hello to Cola as you exit the back door. Just go.