Intermission
The chocolate syrup furrowed its brows with great determination and hurled itself out of the refrigerator as I reached for the milk. My free hand automatically shot out to protect this nectar of the gods from falling to the floor. "Gandalf! Noooo!" I cradled the bottle in my arm and looked at the familiar Hershey's label with fondness. "Okay, then, little buddy," I said. "Chocolate milk it is."
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September 30, 2009
Did you name your chocolate syrup Gandalf? Because that part of the story could be taken either way. Also, you need to update your bio -->. You can't stay 23 forever.
September 30, 2009
chris: Drat! I caught my age on every other page of the internet AND on every other page of this blog, but I forgot to update the individual entry theme. (Oh, how I need to upgrade to MT4 . . .)
October 01, 2009
i made hot chocolate last night and not from the packet or box but from as "scratch" as you can get when its the coco used for cooking!! :)
October 01, 2009
Yum, chocolate milk. Mmm, boy.
October 02, 2009
Haha, that's so cute. And chocolate milk, yum. :)
October 02, 2009
"Stir, you fools!"
October 09, 2009
Good to see you are doing well.
I'm horribly depressed. I am so depressed that how deep my depression is getting could cause the happiest person in the world to feel depressed.
I think you should write and Ode.
Forever a secret,
Mystery Man
PS: I write here because I know, my friend, you will see this. Ponder and think. And at least one person will think of me. Even though you have no idea who I am, I will, without a doubt, cross your mind.