I tried a piece of dark chocolate and liked it. What makes this different isn’t so much that I liked it, but that I preferred it. It was a miracle in my mouth. I would choose it again over all the milk chocolate Mr. Goodbars and Krackles in the bowl.
Today, I am a woman
And then on the way home, a country song came on. I listened to the whole dog-on thing and enjoyed it. This wasn’t even T-Swift; it was real. I’m still trying to interpret the meaning of that one.