chocolate

i just found a large half eaten bar of chocolate, the large bar they sell in airports with hazelnuts and raisins, hidden on top of a cupboard way in the back, it is almost covered in dust now but that did not stop me from sampling it while wondering who hid it there and why?

chocolate makes one behave in the weirdest ways. the only remotely erotic scenes in saudi controlled tv channels are those of the galaxy chocolate adds, the woman practically faints in orgasmic bliss while shy first date kisses are cut out of PG 13 films.

i caught myself once hiding in a public bathroom to eat a chocolate bar i had kept in my pocket for hours. sometimes i buy two bars and not one from a shop because i feel shy to be caught practicing the secret habit of eating chocolate on my own so i want to pretend to be taking one for a friend too, i end up eating both of course- i cannot help myself. when we were children, my sister knows better now, i ate my chocolate faster than my sister did and always ended up threatening the last piece off of her. sometimes i take chocolate gifts hoping the gift-ees would share it after dinner. my mother would sneak in the small hours of the night into our bedroom to search the closet for chocolate gifts we got earlier. no, it is not a family thing, i have a friend who drives in the middle of the night responding to an undeniable chocolate craving and the list is long.

i do not know why nor what this means, but chocolate encourages strange habits and off behaviour: uncontrolled urges, beastial cravings, nasty not-over-my-dead-body-would-i-share-my-chocolate, manner lost, face smeared-all in the love of chocolate.

wow.
yum.
yes.
yes.
oh, yes!

here, enjoy: http://tinyurl.com/yjfbv6o