Panic Attack.

I had a chocolate-anxiety attack earlier. AS IN. I was trembling all over and sort of breaking into a sweat even though my air conditioner was turned on full blast.

I was doing some reports for work when I suddenly thought about chocolates.

CHOCOLATES.

I began to fantasize about those deep-dark-creamy ones with a melt-in-your-mouth sweetness; which when you pop one in your mouth, it just makes you want to lean back in your armchair and close your eyes, and just savor the velvety texture... damn.

I immediately stood up from my work and did my wild search. I rummaged through my bags, I checked our family room fridge, I checked our kitchen fridge, I checked the pantry, I checked my brother's fridge,

AND NO CHOCOLATE.

NO. GUDAM. CHOCOLATE.

Dammit.

I wanted a chocoloate so bad I wanted to cry.

I know I'm not making any sense. At all.

Yeah. I'm crazy like that.

Comments

Anonymous said…
i gave up chocolates (among other things, feck it) for lent, and everyday i go through something like this.

come easter sunday, i'll be pigging out like crazy.

and just because i like knowing things like this, what kind of chocolate did you end up eating then?
11:49 PM, March 19, 2006
... beachfreak said…
Hehe. I walked a block to go to this little grocery and bought myself some Curly Tops. Boxes and boxes. =)

And for Lent.. no sex. Well, good sex, that is. ;)

Bwehehehe.
12:58 AM, March 20, 2006
b3Rn1cE said…
hahaha no sex, no booze...no chocolates... tangna... daig pa nun ang pinatay hahahaha

ideas for lenten sacrifice... lay off shopping :) and... forgiveness dun sa lanyang lalaki hahaha

ps i think i sent the comment twice
12:13 PM, March 20, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@j a: Haha! Sinabi mo pa. Tsk.

Forgiveness? I'm not angry at him. disappointed, but not angry. Yes, I may be bitter at times I must admit, call him names and stuff (hehe), but I'm not angry. I still love him but I can't be here for him forever. =)

ps. fixed that too.
2:11 PM, March 20, 2006
Anonymous said…
this is the third blog i saw today that says something about chocolates.

must be chocolate appreciation day! :P

anyway, who doesn't love cocolates?!
6:42 PM, March 21, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@ade: Yes, that's true. Hehe. Bizaare right?
9:43 AM, March 22, 2006
Anonymous said…
don't you consider chocnut as an alternative?
10:44 AM, March 22, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@a-jaw: Hmm. Not really fond of Chocnut. But the chocnut ice cream, i like. I add vanilla to it. :)
2:17 PM, March 22, 2006
Anonymous said…
geez! i can't resist chocolates either! kahit diet galore ako, syet, di ko kayang tiisin ang chocs. but then, i don't like dark chocs. i don't like the bitter taste.

i love curly tops. old skul na old skul ang dating, hehe! same with jack and jill pretzels, hehe! reminds me of my childhood days. :D
4:30 PM, March 22, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@jill: Korek! Pati yung Jack and Jill na pretzels. Have you tried Meiji's Choco Baby? Isa pa yun, I buy boxes of those as well... =)
12:19 PM, March 23, 2006
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