Easter Psycho

Monday morning I woke up early and headed out to a few large supermarkets where I bought $20 of discount leftover Easter candy. I've always had a love for Cadbury Cream Eggs and have never understood why they don't sell those things all year long. I bought 15 of them on Monday in addition to my other chocolate booty.

Anyway, in the course of eating my second chocolate Easter Bunny this week (and by that I mean this day) I realized that I always feel compeled to eat the head first. In fact, I get some sort of twisted satisfaction out of biting off the bunny's head. I'm kind of worried that one day I'll have a child (I realize that's quite a presumption) with a pet bunny and I'll bite its head off (the bunny's, not my child's). Should I be seeking professional help?

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned

As many of you know, for Lent I gave up going out to eat. I've been pretty faithful for the past several weeks. However, tonight, I just couldn't help myself. I went to Wendy's by myself and with a full concsious appreciation of my actions, a mere 1 1/2 weeks from the end of Lent. My major question is, since I broke a rule of Catholocism, do I have to confess to a Catholic priest? I've always wanted to go into one of those little booths where you can't see the priest and you confess to him. As a side note, if I was going to cheat with anybody, it was going to be with the only one who's been there for me, through thick and thin, through good times and bad...Wendy's. Sonic came in a close second. Actually, I would have gone there if it had been closer...really I just used Wendy's for its convenience.