This morning I made a delectible discovery; I had just been surreptitiously organising my fruit-bowl when I happened to chance upon a rounded diaphanous jar of tesco's finest spread of chocolate. Despite it's high amount of sugars and fats (Maltodextrin to name but one) I find that a chocolate based spread is an indulgence far too sublime for one to simply bypass. Just a trifle of such an extravagance every fortnight or so is sure to do little or no harm by any case.
I decided that the best form in which my spread could be consumed would be on a slice of lightly grilled bread. I briefly considered my options before extracting a slice of tesco's finest whole grain bread. Something about the concinnity of smooth, silky chocolate on a bed of fresh, crisp bread awakes a certain voracious nature within my being which more often than not precipitates in the particular sustenance of subject being consumed at a rapid rate.
Such joyous moments in life, such as in the context aforementioned, are to be treasured on high, amongst all other euphoric experiences that come to pass. However, it is time that this episode of virtual journalism drew to a close, as I have a momentus amount of college work to immerse myself into.
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Okay, and now to explain. Yesterday I had the bright idea of doing a spoof of my good friend Rachel's blog (click here) as she tends to use a lot of very VERY posh language. Not to take anything away from it though, it's really good. Just really intelligent, though this spoof may only be funny if you've read her blog before. And before you tell me off for being a meany, I did ask her permission and recieved a resouding response ("...yeah if you want to")
Back to normal next time, because all that thesaurus work was a killer. And the spellcheck. Geez.
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