Life is short. Arguably too short to go around one’s whole life pretending one doesn’t know what the alluring brown coating on cupcakes, speckled in the cookie dough and dripping down the sides of clear coffee cups is.
I thought for sure that by this time I’d be ready to stuff my face with anything and everything I’d “denied” myself.
I don’t know about you, but I can’t live without bacon. It’s in everything I make, basically, and lends that flavor that can only be created from a smoky little morsel of pig.
That’s pretty much all I’ve got for ya, today. It’s all that’s on my mind.
The things I thought I could live without? Yeah, I’m basically crooning Mariah Carey’s version of “Without You”.
It may be a kill-all-the-things kind of day, but I want all of the donuts I pass by while entering the convenience store . . .
I woke up yesterday feeling as if a truck crushed my entire body like the smashed potatoes I’ve been eating.