GRAPES!

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I don't understand it or not even sure where to begin but since my birthday 3 weeks ago I have craved grapes. Fresh off the bunch, in a glass, from a can. I don't care as long as I get grapes into my system.

I dont even know if it's healthy or unhealthy. I have managed to contain this unnatural tendencies to woolies 100% hanepoort and grapetiser and ACTUAL grapes.

What the hell is wrong with me? All I think about is grapes.

THEN I googled grape cravings and I almost(ALMOST!) feel the exact same:

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090115164940AAtpUNs

http://www.30bananasaday.com/forum/topics/extreme-grape-cravings?xg_source=activity

http://thecultureoflove.blogspot.com/2007/01/grape-bender.html

Suffice to say I am NOT normal, but I am not alone

Comments

sham said…
If yer still minding yer sugar intakes...take it easy on them grapes. They sugarbombs. Weeee bits. (love hanepoot! so tasty!)
October 11, 2011 at 11:47 PM
Aasia said…
Sham the love affair is officially over, grapes and I broke up on Saturday. But on Sunday I went back, but I guess I lost that loving feeling!
October 17, 2011 at 4:24 PM
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