Another Murder Attempt

Tonight K once again tried to kill me, actually he attempted murder suicide. From an errand to procure soy sauce, he brought back the decadent Death By Chocolate cake. The bastard, he knows my weakness for that which is derived from the cocoa bean, he knows that I would willingly join any cult which chose Death By Chocolate as their means of mass suicide/direct route to heaven/nirvana/space ship/etc.

Obviously this murder/suicide attempt did not work, the cake should be renamed Lame and Desperate Suicide/Attention Getting Attempt cake. It was good though, too good. I had a second piece. Bastard. I think 6 of my 7 lbs I lost in the past two weeks have returned just now.