why is it that the very act of contemplating any kind of dietary restrictions makes me crave cake? sweet, sweet cake...oh cake, how i adore thee, dream of thee, long to gently crumble thee in my dentition, oh cake, you weaken me and make me a lesser woman, and still i love thee, cake!
(pms? is that you knocking?)
i tell you, if it wasn't for the silliness of the penis, i'd totally vote to be a man in my next life, but who the hell wants to have his reproductive organs swinging goofily in between one's legs? that's just nuts!