awwww

Just read an article about modern stress contributions and the nature of stress in humans. Not to mention---- baboons. Poor baboons, monkies in my mind are an instant symbol of wacky happiness. That makes me want to cry thinking of a heart broken and sullen baboon sitting there pondering the meaning of his small existence in the cold green heartless abyss of a jungle.

I've been having my fill of black licorice. First stick I said to myself - this is deniable. Second - I kind of like this, third, I love this stuff, and from then on it exponentially increased to some crazed obsession.