i'm going back to the staaaaart.

today my dad bought back these really nice chocolates.
the ones that melt really quickly and dissolve in your mouth even quicker and dont have any of that icky grainy texture. the smoooth buttery ones with lots of fatty stuff :)
this one was dark. even better.

i took one. it was DELECTABLE. SCRUMPTIOUS. A CREDIT TO ALL OF ITS KIND. i took another. it was just as good.
i was about to take another, when the voice said "christine, don't do this."
".... but... but... THE CHOCOLATE!"
"think of your ever expanding waistline. cmonn you'll go past the point of no return at this rate"
"the fuck i will."
"don't do this to yourself! let your brother grovel in fatty hell."
"he's a guy. at growing age. it'll just make his legs longer"
"if you take those, i'll give you shit about this for the rest of the week, bitch."
"..."
"did you take them?"

this is the content me and the voices' conversations usually consist of.
i took the whole damn row, and i plan on taking more. i am eating them now as i type.
old habits die hard.

i'll indulge in all forms of excess (that i can get my hands on) till the day i cark it.

and i think i should think of more interesting things to post in the future.


雨が降っている。涼しいなぁ～
やっぱり夏が好き。

god, i'm getting rusty.

じゃね。