living dangerously

so i was feeling a little naughty today and thought, 'what better way to do something i shouldn't but to single-handedly polish off a punnet of strawberries?'

it wasn't my fault, really. i was innocently walking home from the subway station when i was accosted by this divine whiff of summer strawberries. mhmmmm :) and because i was already going to buy my weekly supply of organic apples from the fruit shack outside the station, i just had to score some strawberries too.

(aside: i buy organic fruit from the immigrant man instead of the generic grocer's because it strangely assuages my guilt at my overt capitalism. and boy, have i been having capitalism-conscious issues since coming to stocks and getting acquainted with too many social democrats for my own good!)

but it's sad that i'm so pathetically boring that my idea of a wild night is chugging some potentially allergy-inducing berries and then popping some anti-histamine to remedy the danger i'd knowingly subjected myself to.

babies, you're not to tell the parentals that i'm eating strawberries.