She did it again; she baked a monstrousity in chocolate , she calls it 'pudding au chocolat' when I know this is not a pudding but she's french and she's a damn good cake baker so, I don't hold grudges (I'm human like that and chocolate owns my soul). Now, my next challenge is to resist to that cake; I will certainly fail, and I will feel guilty when all that godamn cake will be no more. Sundays are evil...or is it dear good ol' mum? Arf!

In other news, I'm starting to write the sequel of that little drabble I did for the SylarElle fandom (why not GabriElle for a name of that ship? or do we have to make a distinction for his character, when he's good it's GabriElle and when he's bad SylarElle? I think either way, it's too long for a ship name, idk)

meanwhile, before going into tempation and eating that sinful cake, I'm drinking green tea after  eating a salad. Sad, so sad.