One of the many awesome gifts samplebitch and tamboo got me this Christmas was a Toblerone Bar. A big one. Big as a man. It sits here on my desk and I mindlessly gnaw at it like some witless animal driven by instinct. I don't even realize I'm doing it. I do not expect this process to engender good behavior from my hips, those foul things from which I've only just coaxed some remote fucking semblance of propriety. Bastards. My hips, not my friends. = Actually... read more
