Hi, I’m Arash. I come from a mixed family, my mom’s like Soup, dad’s rocks. It makes me a whole lot of smooth, with a side of chunks.
What was I talking about… Oh yeah, people ask what my biggest flaw is… I guess I’ve just too big of fantasy. They just can’t take all this flavor, you know?
It’s hard for me, you know?girls tell me that.
I have an idea who I am. My one aunt is certain I’m donkey, my mom’s brother thinks I’m chocolate. But I’m strawberry super star too right? and super stars like to wear diamonds and rubies.
In the freezer section, the flavors pretty much stick to their own kind. Konkey with Donkey and Diamond with Diamond. They never accept me the way I am.
That’s okay, though. I’m going to be myself even if they don’t accept me. I’ll scoop out my own sorta life. Maybe I will wear the koohi noor diamond to the movies or I’ll travel the kitchen, see the counter… visit the tower of pizza.
We all need to accept who we are, like that Miss Strawberry chic. She’s natural, and I respect that she gave my the koohi noor. Even if she stalks me day and night. It’s kinda’ creepy… I can’t even re-freeze without being sure she’s not looking. But hey, at least she’s not one of those dairy-free flavors. I don’t buy that for a second.