the tragedy of me

heavy sighs my friend.

things are rough.

see. here i am sitting at work. eating smarties. and i don't even really like smarties. i don't NOT like smarties, exactly... but they're pretty low on the list of candies that i'd go for if i had the choice.

i wanted to get a kitkat. from the box of leftover halloween candy that dale brought in to the work kitchen. i got up specifically to go get a kitkat. but when i got to the box there were only about 3 kitkats left. and maybe 2 coffee crisps. and, oh 3 or four aeros. and there were about 8 smartie boxes left.

and lame old emotional unhinged me... i thought:

'poor smarties!'

so even though i wanted a kitkat, i took some smarties. cause i didn't want them to feel bad about being the least favourite of the leftovers. being a leftover in the first place is hard enough, i'm sure, for a candy bar.

sigh. sometimes i think i'm broken.

meanwhile!

check out these tarts jeff and i ate the other night!!! they were from frangipane in my old dupont-hood, and they were FREAKING AWESOME!!! lemon meringue and what was supposed to be brandy-pear with frangipane, but we suspect was actually something-apple and frangipan. but who cares! it was delicious. the frangipane is really what mattered most. so. great work! eating is the best.