take (me) to a candy shop...

so, after many months of musing and natural alternatives, i have to find a purveyor of special candy somewhere downtown, the kind that makes it easier for one to get in touch with one's happy feet. dang it, there's so many names listed on our provider list, and i just don't have the energy to look, much less decide on one. i'll just close my eyes and go...eeny-meeny-miny....mo!

oh the glory of it all!!

hopefully the other mr. cuckoo-bananas won't be foaming at the mouth outside the candy purveyors' buildings shoving his well worn copy of L Ron Hubbard's bible into hapless people's faces. if he's there, i'll sic brooke shields on him. she is way taller than he, and i'm sure can easily pick him up and throw him down.