Everybody got the same #99cinnamonrollproblems that I do. I'm surprised there aren't any AA-style meetings since we all have the same thoughts, but it seems people cope pretty good without cinna-lapsing too often.
Perhaps the appeal of almost-calorie-free whiskey on the rocks is far more logical than the idea of glueing 700 calories to your ass repeatedly when burying your emotions.
Chances are you probably feel dirty, but the temptation is just too much. That stupid smell of theirs that permeates the air. Me trying to make excuses.
Good me: "Don't do it. You work too hard to waste all that work on this."
Bad me: "You won't eat the whole thing."
Good me: "They smell better than they really are."
Bad me: "Just eat one of these instead of lunch."
Buns here are not soft and pillowy. They don't taste fresh, and they've been hardening under the heat lamp. I like how they're not super sweet, but it wasn't enjoyable to eat.
Service counter was really nice.
Well, "good me" on my right shoulder is slapping herself on the knee and "lol-ing" since she was right. I regret getting one. In doing so, I thought of words that one would hope an ex would never use... "It really wasn't very good anyway."