"i'll see you around. every hollow has its favourite sound and my heart is holding on"
something of a shortage or earworms lately. lots of those self-soundtracking scraps of song that fly into your mind with powerful urgency and then flit off forgotten, and several ghost earworms (where something that was an earworm recently comes back for a bit even though you thought you were rid of it - which doesn't count as a new earworm), but no genuine unshakable, barely-able-to-think-of-anything-else earworms.
until this hit me and i had to fight from singing it aloud
i can't stand white chocolate. don't get me wrong - i am a fan of most things that fall under the category of confectionery and if offered some white chocolate would not be churlish enough not to accept it and obtain some enjoyment from its consumption - i just can't bear its intrinsic untruth. how can anything containing no cocoa solids or cocoa mass have the gall to call itself chocolate? (i have a similar gripe against red liquorice - but don't want to get distracted mid-rant) if i wanted the taste of milk i would drink some milk - good grief, if i wanted a confectionery taste that was reminiscent of milk i would eat milk duds - but when i eat chocolate i want it to taste of chocolate. i want it to be dark brown and laden with cocoa solids. i want it to scream "CHOCOLATE" at my tongue. i want it rich, dark and aromatic. i want to savour the subtle interplay between sweetness and bitterness. if i'm going to destroy my vocal chords i want it to be worth it.
and don't get me started on the milky-bar kid.
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