"chocolate, chocolate, chocolate! ACK!"

You know the Dove dark chocolate candies, the "Promises" brand with the dopey little sayings on the inside of the wrapper? I keep a bowl of them in our living room, because I'm apparently turning into my parents and keeping a ready supply of dark chocolate around is just what we do. Anyway, earlier this afternoon Nate snags a chocolate from the bowl, opens it, reads the wrapper...and then stares blankly at it for a moment before wordlessly handing it over to me.

"Today," quoth the wrapper, "you will be the Superwoman you were always meant to be!"

LOLOLOL BECAUSE ONLY THE LADIES LOVE CHOCOLATE, AMIRITE?! WHAT WITH THEIR WACKY HORMONES MAKING THEM ALL SAD OR WHATEVER. BUCK UP, LADIES! YOU'VE GOT CHOCOLATE TO CHEER YOU UP!

The hell? Thanks, Dove, for gendering my goddamn candy. Blergh.

In other news, we're studying the cardiovascular system right now and it is so incredibly amazing that I can't quite stand it. Hearts, you guys! Hearts are so neat! We got to watch a video of a quadruple-bypass surgery, and I can't even explain how fucking cool it was. This section is making me want to go into cardiology. Heartsssssss.

In other, other news, I seem to have exhausted the internet's supply of Dresden Files Harry/Marcone fic, and that makes me sad. Very, very sad. Especially seeing as my brain has decided that the best way to fix the problem is by trying to force me into writing my OWN fic. During NaNoWriMo. While I'm finishing my yuletart picture. NOT TO MENTION MY UPCOMING FINALS. Thanks, brain. Way to be a team player. Why can't you be like the heart and just go with the flow, huh?

...ahahaha, oh god, I just realized that the previous sentence is doing double-duty as a truly horrible pun. I'm leaving it in! I own up to my dorkitude!

Yeah, I need to get back to the NaNo writings right about now. I'm about a day behind, and this weekend won't be a good one for playing catchup.

"chocolate, chocolate, chocolate! ACK!"

You know the Dove dark chocolate candies, the "Promises" brand with the dopey little sayings on the inside of the wrapper? I keep a bowl of them in our living room, because I'm apparently turning into my parents and keeping a ready supply of dark chocolate around is just what we do. Anyway, earlier this afternoon Nate snags a chocolate from the bowl, opens it, reads the wrapper...and then stares blankly at it for a moment before wordlessly handing it over to me.

"Today," quoth the wrapper, "you will be the Superwoman you were always meant to be!"

LOLOLOL BECAUSE ONLY THE LADIES LOVE CHOCOLATE, AMIRITE?! WHAT WITH THEIR WACKY HORMONES MAKING THEM ALL SAD OR WHATEVER. BUCK UP, LADIES! YOU'VE GOT CHOCOLATE TO CHEER YOU UP!

The hell? Thanks, Dove, for gendering my goddamn candy. Blergh.

In other news, we're studying the cardiovascular system right now and it is so incredibly amazing that I can't quite stand it. Hearts, you guys! Hearts are so neat! We got to watch a video of a quadruple-bypass surgery, and I can't even explain how fucking cool it was. This section is making me want to go into cardiology. Heartsssssss.

In other, other news, I seem to have exhausted the internet's supply of Dresden Files Harry/Marcone fic, and that makes me sad. Very, very sad. Especially seeing as my brain has decided that the best way to fix the problem is by trying to force me into writing my OWN fic. During NaNoWriMo. While I'm finishing my yuletart picture. NOT TO MENTION MY UPCOMING FINALS. Thanks, brain. Way to be a team player. Why can't you be like the heart and just go with the flow, huh?

...ahahaha, oh god, I just realized that the previous sentence is doing double-duty as a truly horrible pun. I'm leaving it in! I own up to my dorkitude!

Yeah, I need to get back to the NaNo writings right about now. I'm about a day behind, and this weekend won't be a good one for playing catchup.