Disclaimer: The title to this blog has nothing to do with race, I am merely talking about the colors black and white. So don't go calling me racist or anything.
Dark vs. Light:
Did you know that dark chocolate is actually better for you than milk chocolate is? Yeah, it's true: dark chocolate is a potent antioxidant, and it can help to lower blood pressure in moderate doses. Whereas the milk in milk chocolate cancels all that good stuff out, therefore making it not worth the effort (well, any chocolate is worth the effort, even if it's bad for you, but that's besides the point). White chocolate is no better than milk chocolate is, so don't even try to get around it that way. Because you may be thinking, "yeah, but dark chocolate is bitter, and milk and/or white chocolate tastes better", but I don't care. And the milk in white and milk chocolate doesn't care either. Even if you like it better, it's not going to get any better for you. So there.
Now, okay fine I agree that milk chocolate tastes better, but I also like dark chocolate so if I had a choice I might just choose dark over light.
The conclusion: Dark wins.
Day vs. Night:
That's easy, I prefer nighttime over day. I get hot easy, and I just don't like to go and bake in the sun, or squint in the shade. I would rather go out and watch the stars in the dead of night, the cool air on my skin, the moon looming over majestically. Not to mention that I am not a morning person, at all. I am a night owl for sure, and I like to stay up well past three AM when possible.
The conclusion: Night wins.
Black vs. White:
Again, easy. White is a clean color, and I am a total clean freak. However, black really does look good on my pale skin, and I do prefer to wear dark colors rather than light colors. And black is night personified, so I think my answer is clear.
The conclusion: Black wins.
Good vs. Evil:
Good, obviously. I do not like things like lying, stealing, killing or just plain hurting someone in general. I go out of my way to be nice to people, even if I don't particularly like them. However, I do like to be evil sometimes, but not necessarily the kind that people usually associate with the word "evil". More like the kind where I play a prank on my brother, or threaten to hit him on the head with a frying pan (okay, so I chased him with one a few times in the past, but I never actually hit him, so that doesn't count). And I very much like to flash a nice evil smile a him and creep him out all to hell. And I like to hide someplace and then reach out and touch his shoulder or something, thus scaring the crap out of him and making him scream like a girl. And also teasing him about nightmares of his by acting them out is fun. But none of that makes me evil. It just makes me moderately evil. But not pure evil. Because if it came down to it, I would suck it up and do the right thing in the end. But I might still crack a few jokes while I'm at it...
The conclusion: Good wins (although evil comes in close behind it, muahahahahaha!).
Anyway, I don't know what started this, but I'm just having a bit of fun. Soo...
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
I lied. This is not, in fact, a "directory" as the title above might suggest...This is merely a warning of what you might find on this blog. I believe I have already warned you of the insane ramblings archived in this blog, but I must say, if you are not prepared for the tomfooleries that can be found here, you might just want to close this tab, shut your computer down, and walk away slowly in order to keep your OWN sanity in check. Fair warning >;)