It's chocka!

There's this thing. It's called a chocolate fondant. Bordeaux bakery sells it. Maybe if Bordeaux were 2 miles away, life would be in balance, but life is out of balance and it's 2 blocks away. Life consists of a beautiful pyramid of perfectly molded, in the shape of hard Japanese puddings, chocolate fondants. Hundreds of them, sitting there concealing how velvety and pudding-like their centers are behind their cracked and powdered outer layers.

Oh oh oh. I say oh and the sound comes out in a thin circle of chocolate. I talk to my boss about where's the file, emergency payment, $50,000 at stake and my mind goes, cake cake cake.

I've started talking to so many new people recently I'm starting to confuse them. I found myself flirting with the guy from Records because he reminded me of someone else or something. Maybe I just can't turn the flirting gene off. Producing too many enzymes or something. Whoops, how embarrassing.