OK, Argentina, go ahead and cry for me.

Chocolate makes me angry. I eat it, it makes me happy, and then about half an hour later, I get super bitchy.

Where's the fun in that?

So yes, Argentina, I think you ought to weep. Heck. The whole world should be donning the ashes and sackcloth for this one.

Can you tell I'm writing this after eating chocolate?

Shit.