I can't decide.
Feb. 1st, 2008 08:18 pmI had a hot fudge sundae for lunch. I'm not a huge chocolate fan (blasphemy!), but I was in the mood for that and nothing else on the tiny-little-diner menu where my boss and I ate.
I can't decide whether that:
a) Makes me an adult: being able to eat what I want, when I want it.
b) Makes me a kid-at-heart: I mean, come on. It's freaking ice cream for lunch people.
I feel no shame. I licked no tulip glasses (okay, maybe just one lick, but it was *dripping*).
Maybe I'll have ice cream for dinner too. Or pummelo! Or pickles! Or mini suspiciously-Twinkie-like cupcakes! Probably fish though...or whatever Derrick makes me, because he's wonderful like that.
I can't decide whether that:
a) Makes me an adult: being able to eat what I want, when I want it.
b) Makes me a kid-at-heart: I mean, come on. It's freaking ice cream for lunch people.
I feel no shame. I licked no tulip glasses (okay, maybe just one lick, but it was *dripping*).
Maybe I'll have ice cream for dinner too. Or pummelo! Or pickles! Or mini suspiciously-Twinkie-like cupcakes! Probably fish though...or whatever Derrick makes me, because he's wonderful like that.
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Date: 2008-02-02 06:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-02 01:37 pm (UTC)Derrick can't eat ice cream or regular cake, maybe that's it.
As for me, I'm particular about flavour (plain vanilla alone will rarely get me to indulge--go figure), but I love, love, love ice cream. Especially cinnamon around the holidays.
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Date: 2008-02-03 12:30 am (UTC)