In November, I bought a comically large box of chocolates, because you never know, I might have someone to give them to as a Christmas gift.
In December, the chocolates stayed securely in my own room, unopened. They're probably a better Valentine's day gift anyway.
In February, the chocolates still had not moved from their spot next to my bed. Maybe I'll just eat them myself. Or maybe not. You never know.
In July, this month, the chocolates expired.
I'm mostly upset about the waste of chocolate.
