(Sex and) Candy
Actually, no sex. I just put that in there to arouse your interest (oh, I simply slay myself)...and also to make the subject part of some recognizable phrase. Really, this post is all about candy.
As I write this, I am enjoying the last peppermint pattie in the lovely little six-packs that they sell in the cafe here. Yorks have become a favorite of mine in recent times. This should be no surprise, considering my...enthusiasm for chocolate, but given the context--which, dear reader, I shall deliver in mere moments--it is quite another deal.
You see for many years, Hot Tamales were the undisputed heavy weight champion in the realm of candy when it came to my palate. I know that many of you, convinced that spicy and sweet are two adjectives that should never noun the same noun, will claim that that's gross. Oh well.
But recently, my taste bud have decided that Yorks should be the new prime minister of Candy Land. Why prime minister, you ask? Why not?! Anyways, the point is that I feel bad for abandoning Hot Tamales. Every once in a while, I will enjoy a box (they still sell the oh so delicious half pound boxes a some movie theaters), but if Yorks are around...well...
I suppose that things like this happen.
Oh yes, and I turn 21 in a week.
I am excited about that one.
As I write this, I am enjoying the last peppermint pattie in the lovely little six-packs that they sell in the cafe here. Yorks have become a favorite of mine in recent times. This should be no surprise, considering my...enthusiasm for chocolate, but given the context--which, dear reader, I shall deliver in mere moments--it is quite another deal.
You see for many years, Hot Tamales were the undisputed heavy weight champion in the realm of candy when it came to my palate. I know that many of you, convinced that spicy and sweet are two adjectives that should never noun the same noun, will claim that that's gross. Oh well.
But recently, my taste bud have decided that Yorks should be the new prime minister of Candy Land. Why prime minister, you ask? Why not?! Anyways, the point is that I feel bad for abandoning Hot Tamales. Every once in a while, I will enjoy a box (they still sell the oh so delicious half pound boxes a some movie theaters), but if Yorks are around...well...
I suppose that things like this happen.
Oh yes, and I turn 21 in a week.
I am excited about that one.