My new life started just minutes before take-off from Hong Kong.
I took a vow; this is it.
No more, greasy, fat, unhealthy, but mostly, unnecessary stuff, I really don’t need. And as the landing wheels left the ground, I left all my troubled sugar-needs there with it.
Five minutes after the deliciously creamy pasta carbonara I ordered my first banana milkshake.
The waitress kindly explained that the vanilla ice cream wasn’t soft enough, and that it would take a minute or two.
I rapidly replied that chocolate ice cream would work just fine, knowing that promises are just mind-fucks with your head trying to keep your senses in coalition and that life will go on just the way it always has, with or without chocolate.
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