my remamberings

deer diary, when i was yanger, i felt more starving. one day, mather threw out perfectly good carton of milk in recycling. what a waste! i smellt milk. i said, "dear lard! i am hangry. why would i waste good milk?" i wont. so i took it to hide in my bed. plus, everybady says it's important to ferment foods. so. great. it will ferment in my bad. mather took it away. too foolish! the end.