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i mustn't be the right type of woman.

why?

well, i've been lightly gnawing on the lindt dark chocolate bunny (complete with collar and bell!) i bought myself for easter, and not enjoying a single morsel of it. in fact, all it is doing is reinforcing my dislike of chocolate and most things sweet and delicious. perhaps it's the pregnancy hormones, i don't know, but i am feeling icky and nauseous from just a few tiny pieces of (admittedly) delicious dark chocolate.

if i can't find joy in chocolate, what the hell am i going to do in an emergency!? chocolate is a staple of a woman's diet! without chocolate how are we to console ourselves when life is shit? what am i expected to consume as i sit alone in my darkened bedroom, face stained with tears, a half empty box of tissues to my left, a pile of soggy used tissues to my right and the soppiest chick flick i could find on the television?

i fail as a woman!

[ woe ]

til next....
~Kits~ (busily navel gazing)