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I love words. Obsessively so.


I love words and how they taste and feel on my tongue; spicy, sick-y sweet, delicate, strong. Rich and creamy or barely-there, cotton candy-like, or dark and bitter like black coffee.  Decadent.  


Words like myopia and onomatopoeia. 


honeymoon


wonton


crumple


ooze.


dusk


voluptuous


cobalt


deluge.


Some people think I fill my vocabulary with big, ridiculous words whose meanings I barely know, to sound smart and complicated.  But really, I just love how they feel in my mouth; squishing down in every crevice, like a tiny cream puff, eaten quickly, yet savored.  Just as yummy. Just as satisfying.


delish.