How is it possible that I have nothing deeply and velvetly chocolate in my house? I just searched, and there’s nothing. Some old chocolate covered raisins. A box of brownie mix (don’t think I didn’t consider it). Not even any good cheese, which, you know, can stand in for a chocolate craving if you eat enough of it at one time. And if you chase it with chocolate.
The biggest question is why I keep looking. Like it’s going to change. I keep wondering if there’s a cupboard I haven’t checked, or a bag somewhere in my closet with that last hazelnutty bit of creamy chocolate heaven.
Dude. I’m so headed for the emergency chocolate chip bag right now. You know the one. I don’t normally fiend like this, but I’m dying here. I’m too tired to drive to the store. Those last seventeen chocolate chips are going to have to work for me right now. A lick and a promise, and the good stuff will have to come later. What I wouldn’t do for a box of Cadbury Creme Eggs right NOW. April can’t come quick enough.
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