Dawn's Digression.
Thursday, February 26, 2004
Can We Talk?
We need to talk.
I have a bit of a problem. An addiction, if you will.
It's the damn powdered donuts. I can't stop eating them. I love them. I can't live without them. They make me happy when I am sad, they make me full when I am hungry. I think about them and long for them all the time. They invade my thoughts and kill my productivity. Sometimes I even dream of the little donuts rolling around and singing an 'Eat Me' song.
Help me.
Mmmmm, doe.nut.
In the time it took to write this, I devoured an entire package. Damn donuts!
I have a bit of a problem. An addiction, if you will.
It's the damn powdered donuts. I can't stop eating them. I love them. I can't live without them. They make me happy when I am sad, they make me full when I am hungry. I think about them and long for them all the time. They invade my thoughts and kill my productivity. Sometimes I even dream of the little donuts rolling around and singing an 'Eat Me' song.
Help me.
Mmmmm, doe.nut.
In the time it took to write this, I devoured an entire package. Damn donuts!
Dawn, 12:47 PM
