I've oft said "I like my drinks bitter and my boys sweet. Fact is, I just prefer bitter things. It's always been a thing I've loved--quinine in tonic water, Campari, dark chocolate--the list goes on and on. Even things that should properly be sweet (cheesecake, f'rinstance) I prefer with just a taste of sweetness
I'm polishing off the last of the very very good dark chocolate that I brought back from Switzerland. I've maintained a secret stash in my drawer at work, for those moments when it just gets to be too much. People accuse me of not sharing, but I don't recall seeing that in my job description. After all, I do keep a bowl of candy on my desk, and you're welcome to it. Furthermore, I'm a pushover--lots of people know that, and some even take advantage of the fact. I'll occasionally even do things that are detrimental to my own well-being so that someone else will be happy. Mind you, that's not too often, and you had better be a gooood friend to expect that kind of treatment.
Still, what is mine is yours. I'll always share what I have with a friend. However, I won't give cash to homeless people, because I don't condone drug use. Plus, I don't consider homeless people to be friends, regardless of how chummy they might try to be to me. I know not all homeless people scrape their pennies together to purchase something illicit, but I do notice that they keep "Irish Rose" locked up in the ghetto stores. I also see intoxicated homeless people and know that the inebriation had to come from somewhere. Really, I'm not stupid. If you want to do drugs, great--get a job that does not require a "whiz quiz" and buy some.
I'm in an odd mood today and I can't quite identify why it is. The weather is beautiful--the sun is shining, it's probably close to 14 degrees and it's just a stunning autumn day. I started the day with unbridled optimism, but it's slowly sinking and I am feeling a tad powerless to change it. I will, though--it's too fucking pretty not to. Besides, I know that in a few short weeks, it will be over and the wretched Indiana winters will begin with its ice and despair. The colour will drain, and a very different beauty will wash over the landscape. Something austere, yet still pretty. I think the thing to do is to make a call I don't want to make, then toss myself into repairing this pit. (I'm a bit untidy, and roommate is a slob as well.) I think I'll also enjoy something in the "comfort food" column. Perhaps a run to Greenwood for hot Krispy Kremes. I know--gross, but they make me happy. Little circles of fun! Wheee!
Ilove my blog. In these few short sentences, I've actually made myself feel better. How awesome is that? Now, if I can only keep some asshole from fucking it up before I go out again.
I'm polishing off the last of the very very good dark chocolate that I brought back from Switzerland. I've maintained a secret stash in my drawer at work, for those moments when it just gets to be too much. People accuse me of not sharing, but I don't recall seeing that in my job description. After all, I do keep a bowl of candy on my desk, and you're welcome to it. Furthermore, I'm a pushover--lots of people know that, and some even take advantage of the fact. I'll occasionally even do things that are detrimental to my own well-being so that someone else will be happy. Mind you, that's not too often, and you had better be a gooood friend to expect that kind of treatment.
Still, what is mine is yours. I'll always share what I have with a friend. However, I won't give cash to homeless people, because I don't condone drug use. Plus, I don't consider homeless people to be friends, regardless of how chummy they might try to be to me. I know not all homeless people scrape their pennies together to purchase something illicit, but I do notice that they keep "Irish Rose" locked up in the ghetto stores. I also see intoxicated homeless people and know that the inebriation had to come from somewhere. Really, I'm not stupid. If you want to do drugs, great--get a job that does not require a "whiz quiz" and buy some.
I'm in an odd mood today and I can't quite identify why it is. The weather is beautiful--the sun is shining, it's probably close to 14 degrees and it's just a stunning autumn day. I started the day with unbridled optimism, but it's slowly sinking and I am feeling a tad powerless to change it. I will, though--it's too fucking pretty not to. Besides, I know that in a few short weeks, it will be over and the wretched Indiana winters will begin with its ice and despair. The colour will drain, and a very different beauty will wash over the landscape. Something austere, yet still pretty. I think the thing to do is to make a call I don't want to make, then toss myself into repairing this pit. (I'm a bit untidy, and roommate is a slob as well.) I think I'll also enjoy something in the "comfort food" column. Perhaps a run to Greenwood for hot Krispy Kremes. I know--gross, but they make me happy. Little circles of fun! Wheee!
Ilove my blog. In these few short sentences, I've actually made myself feel better. How awesome is that? Now, if I can only keep some asshole from fucking it up before I go out again.
funny side note--the spell check on this thing doesn't have blog in it!
2 comments:
i need $20 for lunch this week. you in the mood to paypal me some $? ;-) speaking of doing things that aren't in your best interest, when are you making a trip to SEE @ UHL again? Hmmm??
What % is that dark chocolate?
Who fucks up your bloggy? Shame on them.
Viruses suck. I think I got one from my bf. *hack*hack*cough*cough*
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