It's one of those days. A day when nothing goes wrong but nothing goes really right either. Everything is squewed slightly to the side like. That is the day I am having. But it's ok. I have a buffer, a pillow of happiness. Like something straight out of a Piers Anthony novel it is there when I most need it. Canolli Cake. Oh my God I have found a new obsession. This stuff is my own personal crack. And the dessert gods smile down on me since I live right near the bakery responsible for this WMD.
OOo look, a transition. Not one of my usually, that-doesn't-make-any-sort-of-linear-sense kind of transition either. Ready? Self control. Obviously since I am now trying to hook myself up to a canolli cake IV I lack this important yet optional life skill.
The question is how much self control can and should one person have?
Little, Big
3 months ago
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