I was wrong.

No more chocolate for the pug.

He is doomed to a confection-free life, I think.

Even the scent is taken away.

It has come to my attention that there is no truly bad thing about loving chocolate.

I have to thank chocolate for letting me bury my confectionary past and allow myself the pure, unadulterated joy of fresh, sweet cocoa delight, smothered as it were in the purest form of the devilish syrup.

I can revel in taste and sensation without guilt or fear of ( Read more... )

 I like chocolate. I really, really like it. In fact, I love chocolate. It's one of those things that can consume a person, the devotion to a confection ( Read more... )

 The pug, he is so rela-a-axed! No more OU stress!

Purrrrr. (Yes, the pug, he purrs!)

The pug is in a little world without boss and work and stress and demands and obligations and duties and -

The pug will go watch TV now. Thinking of stress leads to stress...

On September 23rd, at 4:51 AM CDT, the Autumnal Equinox will occur. To our Northern European ancestors, this was Winter Finding, the end of the harvest and the beginning of preparations for the winter. It also began a period of celebration that ended with Winter's Night in mid-October. Like the Twelve days of Christmas, these days were considered a ( Read more... )

I am.

Liberated, that is.

At least, in the employment arena.

comes to mind.

Also and .

C'est la vie!

 Mondays are not as much fun as Fridays ( Read more... )

I am experiencing a cirsis of mood, mindset and manner.

I am tired of negativity, nuance and nastiness.

So I have changed look, likes and life.

Fun to be so annoyingly, absurdly alliterative.

I have cold cuts in my pocket, and I don't care who knows!