Pizza Pizza!

Last week I had the fever to buy chocolates. Again.
So instead of getting a Kitkat or Twix or even extra sweet Mars, I went to Patchi.

And I shopped for chocolates!

I bought some ridiculously priced chocolate biscuits, and some even more ridiculously priced candies in sample quantities of course. I also bought half a kilo of Patchi mixed chocolates.

Since then, I have been eating chocolates non stop.
Chocolates in the morning for breakfast, chocolates for lunch and chocolates for dinner and of course I snacked on chocolates.
The craving has reached new levels, as the minute I’m done with a piece of chocolate I want some more immediately!

The result?
Well…I’m suffering from what’s internationally known as the Pizza Face Syndrome!

New zits every single day!!

I should be depressed about this I guess.

But I’m not.

Most probably because of the euphoria that I get from chocolates deminishes the darkest depression.

On the other hand, as I was washing my pizza face this morning, and wishing it to become silky like milk (fresh milk and not something that has been in the fridge, or outside it, for decades!), I thought how many men do I know can resist a pizza?

Not many!
The couple I know who don’t eat pizza, or junk food, are not the MEN I want, if you know what I mean!

I myself can’t resist a pizza!

So a pizza face is an irresistible face!

Yippy!!

Lucky me!!

Bring on those chocolates, baby! My pizza is still cheese only…and we need big pieces of pepperoni on it!!