a morsel. or thirty.

i am leaving the house in about 30 minutes to meet a friend for a nice evening run along the river.
and i am eating chocolate chips.
and listening to The National over and over. [and over. and over. again].
because these are things that i do.

i couldn't help it though.
i put the chocolate chips in the fridge....
and i am weak to cold chocolate.
and by weak i mean that i am proud to love it.

i'll just be here.
in a sports bra and running shorts.
eating chocolate chips and blog stalking.
if my stalking is ever found out, please take it as a compliment.
i would.

xo,
cw