Less than two weeks ago, I bought a giant-mega-ultra pack of Reese’s peanut butter cups.
And now I have only two left.
Next to me in bed, the shed wrappers of my disgrace. As I write this, the shame sickens my heart, and yet I am fighting a battle with some other part of me that wants, no needs, no wants to go out to the kitchen and grab another pack.
I disgust even myself.
Evidence of my shame.
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Thanks a lot. Now I’m hungry for Reeses and all I got’s is a Crunch Bar. Man.
haha *all I got’s a Crunch Bar is what I meant to write. I wanted it to come off whiny and juvenile, but not stupid.
SORRRRRRYYYYYY.
When I come to visit you in Brooklyn I can bring a giant bag of Reese’s. Sound good?