chocolate

Today became a chocolate day. It was not nearly as stressful as yesterday--a day which repeatedly saw me throwing myself violently to the floor in frustration. (Childish, but effective. No one saw me do this, by the way. Not even customers.) There is so much to get done in the bookstore and I don't know how it will get done, especially with us losing one of our workers at the end of this week. But I digress.

By this afternoon, I was getting very short with my coworkers due to being interrupted and needing to shuffle all kinds of textbooks around on the shelves and then being interrupted again--if not by eager beaver students clamoring for the books that HAVE NOT ARRIVED YET, then by coworkers asking me questions. Like I have all the answers to all the bazillion and a half questions in the bookstore! I'm only the STUDENT WORKER!!!! AND I ONLY WORKED PART TIME DURING THE YEAR!!!!!! PLEASE! STOP! ASKING! ME! QUESTIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*takes a deep breath*

All that to say, I needed chocolate desperately. And it worked. I calmed down. I didn't feel like throwing twenty pound textbooks at people's faces anymore. I could resume normal conversation and my pulse slowed to a regular rhythm. Then a random thought hit me. Chocolate must be something akin to sex. It must trigger similar hormonal releases...or something.

So I texted that thought to my former roommate and also to my boyfriend. I wanted feedback. Not much came from the roommate, except she thought I was high. Tyler texted back a response that takes the cake. I'm going to share it with you: "My mom says she isn't a huge chocolate fan and the only huge one she knows is a virgin."

I guess that answers that question.

I've never had sex, so I don't know what it's like. But if it's anything like chocolate, I think I'll love being married [some day, Lord willing. (Please, God, be willing!!!)].