as i devour the chocolate-chocolate chip muffin with bittersweet chocolate icing and chocolate chips sprinkled on top that i brought home from my salad bar lunch, it occurs to me that my chocolate addiction must be hereditary, according to the free iq test that i took 57% of people with my type of intelligence are addicted to chocolate, and on that note, i believe intelligence is also hereditary, but as i seperate the iced top from the plain (if you could call chocolate with chocolate chips plain) bottom to eat it first it occurs to me that it was also nurtured by my families great bakers, my mom has several break-your-scales chocolate recipes..., but anyway: back to begin chomping on the iced top.. so the fact is its not my fault, its probably my my families either, it is the fault of our ancestors that we are predisposed to this addiction, an addiction that i think i will live with. usually in a diary i like to bitch, but chocolate calms me down, thus the mellow note of this entry, making it possibly a good toe in the adequacy.com pond, on an unrelated note i do not know if this is what the "diary" is supposed to be, after i read a few entries, i tried to look for the rules, but they confused me and their really didn't seem to be any anywhere, i looked at other people's diaries some more, but it only confused me more... so i thought to myself, "being a diary it would have to be somewhat ancedotal and humor would have been nice" (i know, but i will try harder next time) and "of course it must be controversial without really saying anything about anything at all, most of all myself," but to still keep the reader reading... (are you still there?) possibly?