I know you want me (to adopt you)

I have to say Switzerland suits me. I’m thinking it’s probably the abundance of delicious chocolate that’s making me feel right at home. Because when you think about it, and I mean really think about it, life... is like a box of chocolates.

And I don’t mean a cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that no one ever asks for, unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates so that you're stuck with mostly undefinable whipped mint crap, mindlessly wolfed down when there's nothing else to eat while you're watching the game and sure, once is a while you get a peanut butter cup or an English toffee but it's gone too fast and the taste is fleeting, but in the end, you are left with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts, which, if you are desperate enough to eat, leaves nothing but an empty box of useless brown paper. (Now isn't that just the longest sentence you've ever read)

No, I mean "Life is like a box of chocolates; you never know what you gonna get" and vanilla ice-cream is like good literature (not sure myself what I mean by that…)

(Is it ok that I dropped my late dinner of blueberry muffin crumbs and diet cherry coke all over Alex' keyboard just now? I should probably be asking the keyboard that, but I am so not in the mood for his holier than thou attitude, so just tell me, is it ok? I mean, really? Everything still seems to be functioning, I haven't seen any sparks yet, and sparks would mean trouble so lack of sparkage is good, no? Yes? Yeah, I'm even confusing myself now.)

Well, it’s either the chocolates or The Boy. But I have to go now, we're busy brushing his 80's music loving Pandacat's teeth and writing each other erotic haikus and drawing nude sketches of each other minus the eroticism and nudity.