Easter chocolate is better than normal chocolate, because you can bounce it around the kitchen saying, "Ha! Ate your head! Now who's an elegant fucking rabbit?"

You can try this with a block of Cadbury's, but it doesn't quite feel right.

In non-chocolate news, today I wore one of those swathe-hip-belt-dangling things. It just seemed to go with the outfit. But I figure that since it was black leather, and the dangling bits had knots in the end, I can call it a "cat-o-nine-tails" belt, and declare that it's not a fashion statement, it's a celebration of both sexual subculture and Australian history. At the same time. And you thought it was just to keep my pants up.