I am not a coffee drinker. I do have a wicked sweet tooth though. I am weak and I have a hard time passing Starbucks without getting a blended cream frappachino (aka no coffee). It has been extremely hard to go without in the last couple of days.
True Story: here I am sitting on the laptop watching American Idol and pushing stumble every so often scanning the world wide web searching for something to entertain me. You see, American Idol has been lame today, I need something else. All of a sudden picture pops up on the screen. The most beautiful picture I have seen in a long time. I stare at it. Emotion starts to rise in my chest. I put the laptop down and I crawl up the stairs and enter my room. There in my room, all alone, I cry. I cried for a good minute or two, chin quivering, nose running cry. I then realize that the reason I am crying is over this blasted ridiculous picture.
I would definitely call this a meltdown. A moment of weakness and defeat. I sheepishly strolled downstairs and came up with some excuse for my tears...."long day, I'm just tired".....trailing off. When in all reality I just cried over a cupcake.....I CRIED OVER A CUPCAKE! Who am I?
This is going to be hilarious in about 20 minutes...maybe less. For now its just pathetic. Are you licking the screen yet? It looks good right? That caramel drizzle...the moist cake...o gosh!