... and I'm feelin' good

During my sophomore year of college, I discovered that the dining hall's self-serve strawberry frozen yogurt made me happy. Almost inexplicably so.

It wasn't that good. (I don't think any real strawberries were harmed during its making.) And it was a weird light neon pink color. But it made me happy. Perhaps it was the playful swirl of slightly mushy, cheerfully tinted yogurt contrasted with the staid white styrofoam cup. Or perhaps it was chemically altered, which given the cost of the meal plans, was entirely economically feasible. But, damn. It could really cheer me up.

My strawberry frozen yogurt these days? The Six Feet Under season four commercials they've been running on HBO.

The music. The grocery store. The constantly evolving re-edits.

They make me giddy.

And they're lactose-free.