I want a Pumpkin Muffin
My body hates me and everything sucks.
I’m still tired, weak and sleeping all of the time. I’ve gone from annoyed, to worried, to down right pissed about this, especially knowing there isn’t a whole lot I can do about it. I find myself wanting to punch something when the room starts spinning.
That would be silly, so I don’t.
You know what else? I want a mother-fuckin’ pumpkin muffin. One with cream cheese in the middle, like the ones they are selling at Starbucks right now.
In fact, that’s the only kind I want. The Starbucks’ kind. Any other one would be a cream cheese mother-fuckin’ pumpkin muffin imposter.
I want this muffin with a big fat glass of ice cold whole milk.
That’s all I got.