Blood and cookies.

I don't know what all the fuss is about.

Cookies?

It used to be that you'd have to lie on your back, inhale your fears and exhale the same. It used to be that you'd have to allow an absolute stranger to tease your veins until they were thrusting from your skin. It used to be that you'd allow a mysterious gloved hand foreplay with your forearm just before letting a stranger puncture your very own flesh. And often the surrender of self took place within the suffocating confines of a mobile, enclosed space. In a truck, you'd lie on your back and relinquish your DNA. That's how it used to be, anyway.

It used to be that you'd have to surrender blood in order to receive a free cookie. And, now, you just get online and cookies are dropped all over the place. For free! Truly, I don't know what all the fuss is about. Who doesn't like a free cookie?

And, I wonder, with me spending so much time online... where's my damn White Chocolate Macademia Nut?

Where, huh?

dk