Wait, this isn't Overachiever's Anonymous?
Photo reblogged from in the fade
What what WHAT!? I wonder if my son knows that Dunkin Donuts chose his birthday for this fantastic celebration.
Just a reminder that today is National Donut Day.
Once upon a time, donuts and I were BFFs. We had a falling out over the feeling of deep fried dread they would leave in my stomach. Oh, I still ache for them once in a while. I still drive past a Dunkin’ Donuts and have small pangs of sweet, doughy memories but I keep driving, maybe giving a small wave of recognition to my jellied friends as I think about the cucumber slices and carrots I packed for my healthy breakfast. Who needs the leaden calories of donuts? Who needs those sprinkles, that frosting, the creamy filling or glazed deliciousness that feels so sexy sliding down my throat? Not, I, oh tempting donuts. Not I. I am satisfied with what we had once and I have no need to go back to you now, you beautiful, decadent creatures. I don’t need you in my mouth. I don’t need your sweet caress. I don’t need your spurting cream, your long crullers, your…
I have no idea what I’m talking about anymore but I have the sudden urge to get busy in the bathroom of a Dunkin’ Donuts.
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