ahhh guilty pleasures
my vague addiction to Dawson's Creek has led to a sudden discovery of fondness for Bruce Springsteen that i wouldn't have owned another way
and while we're talking about stuff i like i had a crunchie ice cream today and there was popping candy in its chocolate coating and that ROCKED mightily too
although the chocolate was a bit duff
which lead me to eat minstrels.
which is naughty
but probably iron giving... maybe....
i just wanted them, with their melting in my mouth not in my hand ways. those temptresses.