I woke up yesterday thinking of icecream. I had a shower thinking of icecream. I went to university thinking of icecream.
Then I resolved I must not think of icecream. Icecream bad. Self-control good. No icecream. Bad girl. No icecream.
I had rice and chicken and vegetables for lunch thinking of icecream. I ate a slice of papaya thinking of icecream. I met a friend and discussed politics in Singapore and icecream was on the back of my mind.
Bad girl. I resolved I must not think of icecream. Icecream bad.
So I bought a 2 liter tub of Cookies and Cream, snuck it home, locked the door, dimmed the lights, put on some jazz, and sat down with a spoon and ate it all up.
I go days on end thinking of Dr. Pepper. I know I musn’t drink it, too many carbs right? What do I do? Well a couple of days go bye with me just craving it every minute. Then like 1 day out of the week, I’ll drink it like ALL day. Then I cannot sleep 'cuz of the caffeine.
For me it’s chocolate cake, and not just any chocolate cake, but four-layer chocolate cake made in our local Blue Moon restaurant. Massive does not begin to describe it. It doesn’t all fit on the plate. It is the ONLY piece of chocolate cake I have ever not finished at a single sitting.
