chocolate_orange sphinxradio whack, unwrap. orange! 020109 ... ClairE I have a dark_chocolate one waiting for me but I'm avoiding chocolate. The raspberry ones are bitter but I eat them whole, like a snake. Eh...or I just like the whacking. Violence and chocolate, that's me. 020109 ... hey now! yum! 020109 ... ClairE I am about to eat a dark_chocolate_orange. Renounce my renunciation of chocolate. Double renounce. Some actions undo themselves. Some don't. 020117 ... silentbob i love you seems like such a klairchen thing to eat 020117 ... oblivionmachine Her eyes fixed upon him, he looked at the cupboard filled with glass ware and said quietly: “Fuck it” raising the bottle to his lips and chugging the orange juice with his morning medication. She smiled as he returned the orange juice to its place, nearly empty. He shut the old fashioned refrigerator door and caught her gaze, something compelled her, maybe it was his warmth in the cold air around her, or just the way his eyes me hers with confidence; that compelled her to kiss him. She found her fingers wrapping around his collar as she stepped backward out of the kitchen, pulling him with her. They stumbled in the living room, struggling for a location among the many hunting trophies of his father. She found a clear spot of wall in the hallway and he spoke “my mouth tastes like orange” she replied like she would to all his malcontents “I don’t care, my mouth tastes like chocolate” to which he responded “why” she laughed under her breath as his hand gripped the small of her back. “Because I ate chocolate before I came over, Halloween candy..” He pressed his lips against hers, her lips parted and became familiar with the lingering orange taste within his, and at this she laughed again into his mouth. He pulled away, smiling at her oddities, “What?” oblivious to the thoughts running through her head. “I just realized something, we make one of those chocolate oranges.” He laughed and slipped his hand in hers. 031127 ... KD ick …no really 100805 ... Deka Oooo nice tale there. 100805 what's it to you? who go blather from