26-01-2012, 02:38 PM
I hate it when junk foods go healthy. Last week, I bought the cheapest bottom shelf raspberry lemonade and Reine Claude prune lemonade. It's just water, sugar, artificial sweeteners, citric acid, and aromas and colors. Out of all the options for improving the nutritional quality of this poison, they chose to decrease the amount of color additive.
Now the color additives are why I bought this in the first place, every spring since goth went out of fashion and emo hair colors didn't look good on me. Drinking enough of the right mix of the red and the green lemonade colored all my excrements deep brown, and my skin too. The green is a mixture of β-carotene yellow and E131 patent blue V, which together make a bright, fluorescent toxic green. The red only mentions raspberry aroma on the label, but the color looks like E122 carmoisine.
Mixing the two lemonades in different ratios gives me any skin color from exotic olive, over Jwoww tan and Snooki bronze, to First Nation red. It never looks Conan the Barbarian orange or Simpsons yellow, or like patch work spray tans or self tanner that looks like knit graffiti. Since I grew from 42AA to 42C in four and a half months, I'd figured I could look like Tura Satana in full body make-up by this summer, but now I will need to drink dangerous amounts of sweetener to get the color right. Well, I'll check a few other supermarkets for more intensely colored syrups first
Now the color additives are why I bought this in the first place, every spring since goth went out of fashion and emo hair colors didn't look good on me. Drinking enough of the right mix of the red and the green lemonade colored all my excrements deep brown, and my skin too. The green is a mixture of β-carotene yellow and E131 patent blue V, which together make a bright, fluorescent toxic green. The red only mentions raspberry aroma on the label, but the color looks like E122 carmoisine.
Mixing the two lemonades in different ratios gives me any skin color from exotic olive, over Jwoww tan and Snooki bronze, to First Nation red. It never looks Conan the Barbarian orange or Simpsons yellow, or like patch work spray tans or self tanner that looks like knit graffiti. Since I grew from 42AA to 42C in four and a half months, I'd figured I could look like Tura Satana in full body make-up by this summer, but now I will need to drink dangerous amounts of sweetener to get the color right. Well, I'll check a few other supermarkets for more intensely colored syrups first