first of all, have i mentioned lately how much i dislike the music of nick cave? they keep playing him on the radio and i just want to hacchhkk ptewie all over the place.
second of all, in honor of the upcoming greenbag starburst jellybeans season i have decided to get my addictive personality in shape by coveting most sinfully the tropical fruits starburst fruit chews in the green packaging. i swipe a pack of these from the bowling alley every week. then i promptly forget i swiped them until about tuesday night, at which point i discover them languishing at the bottom of my bag. then i tear them open with gusto, unwrapping each delicious square of fruit chewy goodness as fast as i can. i then consume them as quickly as possible lest some starburst stealing spirit try to get one. i’m doing pretty good with the pumping up of the addiction, because i noticed tonight as i was finishing off a mango-melon (my favorite) equilateral of exquisiteness, i noticed that i couldn’t get the next one open fast enough and my hands began to shake at the possibility that my mouth would be denied fruit-flavor for an entire 20 seconds in a row. but then i got it opened and life was good.