confession

I’m eating a donut.  Or a doughnut.  Howevr you say it, I’m eating deep-fried refined carbs and sugar glazed with more sugar. 

The donut compliments my free tall Starbucks coffee.  That has HEAVY cream in it. 

It’s an apple fritter.  From Top Pot.  The Man calls top Pot the gay donut shop.  I concur through mouthfuls of awesomeness. 

I’m gonna get so fat.  But, as chew in rapture and sip decadence and delicately slurp sugary glaze of each individual finger, I have believe I will be a happy fat person.

Mmmmm.  Fried apple dough.

I’m wearing white pants today.  White, wide leg trousers.  That’s a no-no on donut eating day.  White pants make you look bigger.  Being short and wearing wide leg pants makes you look shorter and bigger.  Eating a donut makes you bigger, which accentuates your shorterness.  I’m all full of faux pas today.  Faux pas and donut.