Satisfied

My good mood has returned.

I love the rain. I love the gently tapping rhythm against my window, the rush down the gutters and streets, the symphony of nature just outside my open window.
I love it.
Thanks Ant for taking me home! ( Even though I'm not sure about it yet, I thought it was on your way to see aoilksjff! Not out of your way!!! I think that's what the text was about..but i didn't read it!)




I love Westley.
Yeah, pretty much that's all that needs to be said.

It probably isn't a good sign, but I've realized i really like buying things, whether small (or ridiculously large and expensive) trinkets or school supplies for myself, the feeling of waltzing out of a store (i.e. Target) with new belongings, gifts, or prizes makes me giddy.Hello, Chocolove.
I remember buying my first bar in 2008 (so long ago!) and being drawn in by the enticing packaging and "love poem inside" emblazoned on the wrapper. I love how the poem is inside, a special heartwarming moment you have to yourself as you separate heaven ( in a foil wrapper) from the plastic-y paper-y wrapper.
My previous Target excursion brought me Cherries & Almonds in Dark Chocolate (55% hollahollahey) which i wolfed down while reading a (good?)book (the fact that i remember the chocolate and not the book is sad, yet an important testimony for Chocolove)
I bought Orange peel in Dark Chocolate. I mean, I like oranges. I like Dark Chocolate.
Now here's where it's all coming together.
Hell. yes.

I'm going to have to take step-by-step pictures of The Unwrapping.

In fact, I still have my old wrapper taped up to my bathroom mirror along with love notes from E and a heart from R :) And even if it is from Romeo & Juliet, I still love it:

Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
And young affection gapes to be his heir;
That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,
With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.
Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,
Alike betwitched by the charm of looks,
But to his foe supposed he must complain,
And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:
Being held a foe, he may not have access
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
And she as much in love, her means much less
To meet her new-beloved any where:
But passion lends them power, time means, to meet
Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.

Quite fitting for a bar of chocolate, if I do say so myself.