rehab
2008-02-28 7:42 p.m.
i have become a chocolate-crazed maniac.
it all started that one day i ate a timeout minibar.
such an innocent little object it seems, its deviousness is invisible to the naked eye.
one bite of the lovely, crunchy waffle thingy and the taste explodes in your mouth and lingers on your tongue so you HAVE to take another bite.
thus, you repeat the cycle above.
and then! after your second bite you realize, to your horror of horrors, the minibar has been completely demolished already.
so you go 'no, this is inacceptable, i MUST have another one!'
hence you eat another, and another, and another and another and another till all the timeouts have disappeared.
timeout-deprived you scrounge around for other chocolate substitues.
there are some wins and some losses but you remain RELENTLESS in your brave and perilous quest.
as time passes and you gain experience (and weight) you begin to realize how bleak and cold the world is without timeout.
hence you make a pact to CHANGE THE WORLD and eat more timeout!
actually i dont see the connection there, im just making any excuse i can to justify my insane chocolate obsession.
i wonder if there is rehab for chocoholics.
