I scream for Ice Cream!

There is nothing much better than an unplanned evening in an ice cream shop discussing bad poetry and dreaming about the future over a frappe and sundae.  

Note for all you wanna-be-poets.  Don't try and be romantic by using the word 'pheremones' in your art.  I don't care if it is a Haiku. 

Just wanted to beifly write about the benefits of spontaneous ice cream.  I'm feeling hopeful because events are conspiring to remind me that it's never too late to be the person you want to be inside...