Freudian Slip of the Century!
My period is due to start any day now, and it's been a kicker this month. Usually, I don't get very bad moodiness, but DAMN! I woke up this morning and almost smacked Sam in the face pretty much for being there. (I didn't. I got up and took myself out of the room, because I don't believe in taking my hormones out on other people. It's rude.) Anyway, after a day of not flying off the handle, I decided to appease myself with chocolate. So Sam and I set out for a nice long walk to Nugget this evening. We chatted about this and that on the way there, the changeling game, our characters, what we think everyone's gonna do in the first couple of games, that sort of thing. We reminisced about old games and talked a little about the script I'm writing up and the teaching he's doing this week.
When we got to Nugget, I was gripped with indecision. What chocolate did I want? My problem is that I put to much emphasis on it -- I don't have it that often, so when I do, it must be EXACTLY WHAT I WANT. So we were standing in front of the baked goods area, and Sam was pointing out the things behind the counter, in an effort to force me to choose.
"What about an eclair? No? A cupcake? What about some of that 'five mile high cock'?"
Yeah. I told him that one was going on livejournal. So here it is. (For the reference, the 5 mile high cake looked good, but not THAT good.)
When we got to Nugget, I was gripped with indecision. What chocolate did I want? My problem is that I put to much emphasis on it -- I don't have it that often, so when I do, it must be EXACTLY WHAT I WANT. So we were standing in front of the baked goods area, and Sam was pointing out the things behind the counter, in an effort to force me to choose.
"What about an eclair? No? A cupcake? What about some of that 'five mile high cock'?"
Yeah. I told him that one was going on livejournal. So here it is. (For the reference, the 5 mile high cake looked good, but not THAT good.)