Of guilt. ♥

I suppose Jacob does exist. In a weird, roundabout kind of way.

Maybe... The theory... It happens... Afterall.

It's the little concessions, the oft thoughtfulness. The supposed bearing your likes and dislikes in mind. Fascinating, yet not compelling.

I finally sold out today - not longer new to those hands that would attempt to knead me and mould me into another of the accepted trophies that line the pages of pictorials that people so love.

My futile resistance: a bagel.cream cheese.strawberry jam. - futile indeed.

To lighten up the cravings, my guilty pleasures oft quelled by the fatigue of packed schedules, I'm like a bloodhound, hooked on the scent of my prey, driven insane by the smells of the chase - tired by nightfall, because the rest only permits a little more than forty winks before the hunt resumes.

#beingbusykeepsthepaintoaminimal