Currently I am trying to (pathetically) stave off my craving to chocolate by eating the semi-sweet chocolate chips that I have left over from making cookies. Not the best thing but hey its kinda working…somewhat…its not. Mind you I do have the money to go across the street and get as much chocolate as I want, money is no issue here. It’s the weather. It is freezing cold outside, the kind of cold that hits right to the bone and makes your knees ache. Well known fact about skinny people; we do not do well in the cold. So yes, I would rather sit here eating semi-sweet chocolate chips than put on a couple of coats and walk across the street to get chocolate at 12:02AM. Who else is with me?!
By the by…I think I made a bad choice by picking this picture for this blog. (pops a chocolate chip in mouth)
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
Right now the 10 year old me is giggling and thinking of a funny sex pun to answer this with such as; Giggity. The 21 year old me is also doing the same thing. I am an old perverted man trapped in a young woman’s body people, just work with me here.
So I am going to try and be a little more responsible with this question and say that I have two favorite objects. The first is my cellphone. You will never see me with out it, hell I even go into the bathroom with it.
The second one is my personal cook book I made from a mixture of old and new family recipes. The basic things like, Eggs Benedict. Right down to the full day non stop worth every bit of energy recipes like my great Hungarian grandmothers Plumb Dumpling recipe. I love to cook for people when they come over. Food is that one thing that people always have in common.
Just to get it out of the way I will let you know that this is my first blog post in almost over a year. I am posting this while slightly drunk off of a cheap $3.45 bottle of wine, well, half a bottle really. Just to top it all off I am also eating frosting right out of the…round, circle, cylinder thingy. You know the Betty Crocker ones that we all pretend to never down an whole container of because, and lets face it, it makes us feel like a fat-ass. Who needs to add on to our already low self esteem that we can down one of these things no problem? Not only do we down it and rack on low self esteem, we lie about it to not only our friends and family but ourselves. Is it just me or do men never seem to have this problem? I bet they would have a competition with their friends to see who could down the most containers of fun-feti frosting with out puking.
