I AM BREEDING CHOCOLATE TODAY, IT'S GETTING WEIRD.
No, seriously, all things considered I can't eat the stuff until the Sunday after next, I came in today with my usual stash of marshmallows (oh shh, it's a perfectly acceptable substitute where my sweet tooth is concerned until Lent is over) and will be leaving work today with Ferrero Rocher and a Cadbury's Creme Egg easter egg. I DON'T EVEN LIKE THE LATTER. Well, except for the main hollow egg, because yum. But Creme Eggs are too sickly for me these days, which is a pity, because I still love the actual feeling of sticking your finger into them and digging out the fondant, then licking out the egg until it's all hollow half-melted chocolate and nomming the remains.
I can't say I disapprove of this, especially given that today is otherwise being a bit of a twunt. My average call time at 9.30 was 31 minutes and it looks like this period's going to be a crampy one. *shakes fist in general direction of abdomen*
Apparently a sleepy one too. If any cows walk past the building I fear for their health and safety because I think I'll latch onto their behinds with my teeth just for the iron. Spinach tins, too, may be in danger, though they're less likely to be walking.
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woodstarling can now join the proud ranks of the FILTHY ENABLERS on my flist, for reasons people will become privy to later. *narrows eyes*
No, seriously, all things considered I can't eat the stuff until the Sunday after next, I came in today with my usual stash of marshmallows (oh shh, it's a perfectly acceptable substitute where my sweet tooth is concerned until Lent is over) and will be leaving work today with Ferrero Rocher and a Cadbury's Creme Egg easter egg. I DON'T EVEN LIKE THE LATTER. Well, except for the main hollow egg, because yum. But Creme Eggs are too sickly for me these days, which is a pity, because I still love the actual feeling of sticking your finger into them and digging out the fondant, then licking out the egg until it's all hollow half-melted chocolate and nomming the remains.
I can't say I disapprove of this, especially given that today is otherwise being a bit of a twunt. My average call time at 9.30 was 31 minutes and it looks like this period's going to be a crampy one. *shakes fist in general direction of abdomen*
Apparently a sleepy one too. If any cows walk past the building I fear for their health and safety because I think I'll latch onto their behinds with my teeth just for the iron. Spinach tins, too, may be in danger, though they're less likely to be walking.
Oh, and
woodstarling can now join the proud ranks of the FILTHY ENABLERS on my flist, for reasons people will become privy to later. *narrows eyes*
