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  • I want chocolate, and lots of it.

    Chocolate bars, cheap, fancy, small, oversized, domestic, imported, it’s all good.

    I want a double-double from In-n-Out with grilled onions and a lemonade, no, make that a vanilla shake.

    I want fried zucchini sticks, with blue cheese sauce thick and heavy with chunks of real cheese.

    I want mango ice cream, with bites of real mango.

    I want sorbet, one large scoop cantaloupe, one large scoop persimmon, one large scoop watermelon, made from real fruit, not the crappy mid-winter kind available now, but summer harvest.

    I want sushi, but only unagi, cucumber, spicy tuna and avocado. I may want different kinds later, but for now, only that.

    I want a chocolate mole soufflé. I’ve never had one, but recipes I’ve seen have me convinced it would be good.

    I want sex, lots of sticky and fun sex, with lots of sticky and fun men.

    I want sleep, lots of undisturbed sleep. No more of this taking hours to fall asleep and waking up at the slightest noise.

    I want pleasant dreams. No more dreaming about getting murdered or other upsetting crap, they must be warm and soothing.

    I want all this... But I'd settle for some chocolate.

    (excerpt from an old journal)
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