Talking to myself...
Mar. 11th, 2005 10:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsSo, this evening, after dinner, I cut up some chunks of high-density Schaffenberger chocolate and gave some to myself and some to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fallenpegasus, who had come over for a visit, while Omaha and Kouryou-chan enjoyed their Sees confections. Later in the evening, as I was pouring myself a glass of milk, I looked down at the cutting board and noticed a bit of brown powder left on the cutting board.
"Dude," I said to myself, "You can't leave that there."
"But it's just the shavings," I said.
"But that chocolate costs more than a dollar an ounce. You can't let that stuff go to waste like that."
"There's barely enough there for flavor. It's not worth it."
"Dude," I said, "You could always snort it!"
Sometimes, my imagination has way too vivid an imagination.
fallenpegasus, who had come over for a visit, while Omaha and Kouryou-chan enjoyed their Sees confections. Later in the evening, as I was pouring myself a glass of milk, I looked down at the cutting board and noticed a bit of brown powder left on the cutting board."Dude," I said to myself, "You can't leave that there."
"But it's just the shavings," I said.
"But that chocolate costs more than a dollar an ounce. You can't let that stuff go to waste like that."
"There's barely enough there for flavor. It's not worth it."
"Dude," I said, "You could always snort it!"
Sometimes, my imagination has way too vivid an imagination.
