Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Oh, addictions.

Green tea, chai lattes, peanut butter, leather, lace, lingerie—all the usual. But as of late, caffeine necessities have nearly been replaced by ravenous cravings for chocolate-covered almonds. I devour them by the bag-ful.

Nearly two weeks of blissful ignorance went by until I saw that each little zipped baggie was around 460 sinful calories. Why must these cute cafes break hearts and dreams by inscribing such dreaded numbers? How did I miss that sign? How could you (I’m talking woefully at said almonds now) look so harmless, and yet be so cruel? A wolf in sheep’s clothing, I tell you—delicious, sweet, clothing.

I look at you, then at that little AA dress hanging on my closet door, and then back to you again, back to your perfectly coated self. You’re blank-faced, masking any and all emotions with a milky smile.

So coy, you.

Sophia Loren once attributed her figure to spaghetti; in her lead, I’ll say that mine is all thanks to a healthy supplement of chocolate-covered almonds. Not a dessert, not a snack, but a supplement—I always means exactly what I say, and say exactly what I mean. After all, a girl needs her assorted vitamins (Vitamins E, D, etc.), calcium (milk chocolate) and vegetables (cocoa beans)…

(Now if you don’t mind, I’ll go ahead and finish the last three pieces.)

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