mr.munchy

bought my own easter bunny on sale today. bright pink box with a picture to colour on the back. not quite the prize it once was. didn't glow today with that sense of possessing something once coveted. remember the novelty of the rice crispies, exotic almost to have the cereal appear in foreign terrain. i've dated myself here. sort of like the way that pink jello salad i remember seeing on picnic tables at friends' houses would date a woman a generation before me. i've ruined the ritual by playing a different role in the scenario. now it's just chocolate.