Ever since I was old enough to notice, I've been obsessed with the color purple.  My infatuation has only increased through the years, elevating it to an insanely ridiculous color love.  I don't like to wear the color so much as I like to think about it, ogle and sometimes eat it.

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Lately, I've been eating frozen blueberries as a dessert.  They're SO good.  If you haven't tried them yet, you should.  The other day, the light was so perfect shining through the window---in mid-bite, I noticed the variations of purple that had stained the perfectly white IKEA bowl.  Then I felt guilty for killing the little squishy purple things.  I decided to document the blueberry massacre in case the police needed any information.

After I gobbled the last cold squishy purples, I gazed out the window and saw this:

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Then I felt connected with the little purples coating my belly.  No remorse, just love.

Now I must show some attention to the load of sexy jewelry orders I need to send, send away to their new owners!

***Song of the Moment: All is Full of Love, by Bjork***

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