Chocolate covered misery

Nov 08, 2005 10:39

Thank God for chocolate. I don't even generally LIKE chocolate, but it's like prescription-free Zoloft. I wonder if Juliet would've turned out a little differently if her nurse had given her heaping bowls of Count Chocula instead of encouraging her to marry Paris.

So I'm up with the chocolate therapy. Here's a visual for my Buffy folks out there: you remember Acathla? Stone dude from "Becoming," season 2? That second-to-last scene with the whole suck-the-world-into-hell thing? I am doing a similar thing with Ben and Jerry's these days.

I'm taking a break from jazz tonight with Pai Mei, and am bringing in some rock I'm having issues with, hoping to jolly myself up a bit. I'd like to iron out the pause roll in the interlude of RHCP's "Breaking the Girl," and this one freakin' thing with the foot/highhat I just can't do on "Suck my Kiss." And do some "Mellowship Slinky in B Major" and Hendrix's "Hey Joe". That should keep me occupied.

Anything is better than home and alone and crying, with your cats pretending to care but actually trolling for ice cream drippings. And worrying that no one will ever hold you like he held you again.
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