Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Left Unsatisfied

Last night was my roommates and my last dance class. It is a regrettable end, but we are unwilling to pay $150 for 6 more lessons. We think that is a bit unreasonable.
After our grand finale of a performance, the 3 of us bare the cold for a stop at the Death By Chocolate down the street.

I love chocolate. And I know what you're thinking, she's a girl of course she loves chocolate. But my attachment reaches beyond mere fondness. Rather than an enjoyment, chocolate is an indispensable necessity. It's not an interest but a command. It is a craving that must be gratified.

So at Death By Chocolate I ate a glorious chocolate carmel cake, and my desires were satisfied. And I believed they would be till at least today. Such thoughts were quickly marred, however, for on our way home Misty mentioned in passing Boston Pizza. Suddenly, with no warning, my mouth began to salivate and I could almost taste the pizza. Almost, but not quite.

I began to crave pizza like I had not craved a food in a long time.

And of course, on the way home, we had to pass 6 pizza places, all of which with extremely strong scents...


~what kind of insane am I going to be pregnant, if this is what I'm like normally!~

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i'm willing to bet pregnancy will balance you out