withdrawals.

this summer it was part of a daily routine to enjoy one {or two} of these bad boys:

and of course, wash it down with a can of this good stuff:

it got to a certain point where everyone around me knew that

the orange fanta was mine. people didn't ask what kind of drink

to get me when they offered to get me one. No no, they knew.

i think it's safe to say that i am going through withdrawals.