Chocolate shops paralyze me. I just sort of stand in the middle of them with my mouth open.
Godiva, Laura Secord, Dilettante, Fran’s… all of them I get overwhelmed with waves of indecision. How can I ever pick just one chocolate-packed sweet?
Sometimes I pick one thing and immediately regret it, even though it’s amazingly delicious because I can’t help but think of the three other things I could have bought instead.
Sometimes I come out of a shop with a dozen things but still end up full of regrets in the form of terrible tummy aches.
One thing I’ve never come out with is a rice krispy square.
If my account with T-Mobile is deactivated, does that also mean it’s cancelled?
I asked Google and Bing these questions and neither of them had a satisfactory answer. All the “answers” just told me all the information I already knew about Early Termination Fees. I’ve already come to terms with paying your silly fees, as long as you let me cancel my account.
So I went straight to the source and called T-Mobile themselves. Turns out, uttering the word “Representative” in order to speak with a representative (which the automated voice assured me was the correct thing to do) does not actually connect you with a representative, but instead rings the line twice and then proceeds to drop your call.
Guys guys guuuuuuuys!
I figured out what to do with all of that leftover funsize Halloween candy!!
Other than, of course, sitting on the couch with it, most of it shamelessly on your face, while you wonder to yourself how Jeff Winger could be such an implorable douche and so very adorable at the same time. (The answer may lie within Joel McHale’s abs…)
I miss Community.
Tangent! Anyway, you take that candy, and you bake it into the middle of a brownie.
Because why not?