So, tonight while Your Heroine (that’s me!) was working late my pal AmyBeth came strolling in, smiling like the devil himself had goosed her. She whipped a bag of Nestle’s Coconut Treasures out from behind her back, singsonging, “Because I looo-oooove yooooou…”
I’m on my period and was trying to avoid the whole ravenous salt-sugar-SALTFUCKINGSUGAR-snarf-snort-gnosh-binge cycle.
Now, Nestle’s Coconut Treasures are chocolatey, toasted coconutty kryptonite (stunning overpowering weakness ensues, fair reader) wrapped up in a purrrrdy shiny teal wrapper and, damnit all to fuck, I cannot be held responsible for Refusing To Deny Self when I am biologically/physiologically impaired! Cannot and will not!*
*but I only ate two**
**…tonight, anyway.







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