If I was here by myself I'd just lie here all day and eat bacon.

I. Love. Bacon.
All kinds of bacon.
I even know how to say "I love bacon" in sign language (thank you Alison and Jamisa).
I whole heartedly agree with everything good 'ol Jimmy says in this video


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CaK9bjLy3v4

However, there is one thing about bacon that is, well, less desirable.
The smell. Before eating the bacon, the smell is fantastic. It is just enticing you, tickling your nose and getting you even more excited (if possible) for the delicious strip of happiness that you're about to eat.
But after the bacon has been consumed? That's when the problem sets in. It lingers. But the bacon is gone then. It's just a memory of joy. A Tim Burton type morbidity that is beautiful but less cheerful than it was earlier.
The smell, however, does not take from my love. It just makes me wish I had more.
Oh, bacon.