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I am so annoyed that I can’t go and buy a big, smiley, chocolate Easter Bunny to bring home and devour. I yearn for one. I can just imagine it in my hands, first releasing the poor oversized bunny from its confining box, then quickly cracking off both its big ears and sticking them in my mouth–one at a time, of course–to chomp on, thoroughly enjoying the rich, chocolately taste bursting free into my mouth. The ears will be the appetizers, whetting my appetite for more, and more and more, until all that’s left may be the bunny’s hard sugary dyed eyes, which I’ll toss into the garbage to mark the end of my binge. There’ll be no regrets when it’s over, no guilt, no wishing I could go back in time and undo the piggish, greedy act.
I AM SO ANNOYED that I can never enjoy anything good without regret, and guilt, and wishing I could have another chance and then deny myself the pleasure. What’s that all about? Life’s too short. I NEED CHOCOLATE! I WANT CHOCOLATE! I’M SO ANNOYED THAT EVERYTHING GOOD ENDS UP BEING BAD FOR ME.