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a few days after the holiday fuckery, I was in my parents' kitchen when i spied with my right eye, a box of candies. not just any candy - my fave Mexican candy. so i stood in front of the table, looking at all of the dulce yumminess and remembering my promise to myself to be healthy.
my eyes raised up to the ceiling and i had a conversation with the man upstairs.
"Are you there, God? Buddha? 7 pounds, 10 oz Baby Jesus? it's me again, you know, Lita. now i know all about to thyne own self be true but seriously, help me. do you want me to be a funky chunky monkey? or do you want me to be a miserable skinny minnie? do i eat these dulces chocolate or not?"
i was going to give the man in charge exactly 30 seconds to show me a sign and then i was going full out crazy and eating them all. after about 10 seconds, i hear a voice.
it said "Eat the chocolate."
i screamed like a girl and almost fell over.
turns out, my dad heard me from the den and decided to answer me.
i ate the chocolate.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Are_You_There_God%3F_It's_Me,_Margaret.
Are you there God? It's Me, Margaret
Blume, Judy
1970
I want that chocolate!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteTatum - i got you some last week. and then i ate it. i'll go to the mercado and get more. maybe i will even send it. we'll see....
ReplyDeleteI'll send you my address. You can send them to me and live guilt free. Lord God I miss that nummy goodness!!
ReplyDeleteHehehe, love it, I always eat the chocolate!!!
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