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Sometimes, on my coffee that’s already been doctored up with sugar-free vanilla syrup and splenda, I like to put whipped cream, and SF chocolate syrup drizzeled about. I like adding whipped cream and chocolate syrup on my coffee…a lot….uh….maybe even unnaturally so, for that fucking matter.

Mmmmm.  Your point?

But anywho, back to MY point: I enjoy this. A lot. Sometimes, after I’ve eaten the part with whipped cream, I put it on again. I have my “second whipped cream.” Not because I think it’s lacking something without it. It’s not. More like…well, I enjoyed the experience, and I want to enjoy it again. The indulgence feels nice. I like the texture, the presentation, the coolness. Just all of it. I enjoy the “experience.” Fucking coffee commericals have a point–geez. I never thought I’d say something like that.

Uhhh….I dunno. But, whatever, that’s what I say at this point in our little romp through the Goddess’s stream of concsiousness.

And I thought to myself–silly though it may be–that life’s too short not to have the second whipped cream, and too long to spend any of wound up about other people’s shit.

Anyway. I think everybody should have a second whipped cream sometimes. And I’m happy. Hell, I like being happy, and I consider myself pretty damn good at it! So there.