of addictions

music: julia fordham - girlfriend
(it's a pretty song but i wouldn't want it to happen to me)

my LJ's up and running again. the layout looks like victorian wallpaper from a classy whorehouse, if there was ever such a thing. subconscious skanky inclinations? maybe.

iggy introduced me to this sinful-looking japanese chocolate he posted about on his LJ. it's called nama and it's only available in hong kong, singapore and japan (duh). apparently, it's difficult to transport because it melts oh-so-easily. as he says: lie, cheat, steal, kill just to try one of these.

i didn't realize what a chocoholic i am until anne told me about the things she's heard about me. not necessarily bad things, mind you. anecdotes of how i usually have a stash of chocobabies (from meiji, another japanese chocolate) in my bag. of how i drool at the sight of dark chocolate truffles from lindt. of how i once gave my heart away for a half-eaten box of chocolate-covered macadamias.

*shivers like a druggie*

yes, i'm a sucker and i realize that now. that's how it is, babe. bring on that hunka chocolate!

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coach started his new job at sieg web solutions last monday. i'm really glad that worked out for him. and it's only 20 minutes away from his house in capitol, too.

one of the things i like about this is getting good-morning messages. neither of us are morning people so it's particularly nice to hear from the other at that particular time of day. this morning, i got a kiss and a flower over YM. it's sappy and just virtual reality, i know, but it really made my day.

(anyone who laughs at this is just jealous. hehe.)

i watched rent on dvd last monday and i've been LSS-ing most of the songs ever since. i love the musical dialogue called light my candle and i sniffle at without you.

and because this post is about my addictions, here's an excerpt from the latter song:

Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.

Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.