Boss walks in with a fucking box full of cupcakes this morning at 0800 and I'm like
MUST BE STRONG. MUST RESIST. BUT WHY DO I WANT TO RESIST, REMIND ME? FESDFKJASLJDF. GIRLISH FIGURE, GIRLISH FIGURE, BUT FUCKING FFROSTTIINNNGGGG!!
That is all.
EPIILOGUE (7/30/14):
I ate the shit out of one of those cupcakes. Thankfully the frosting was gross (Marge's home-made recipe that she raves about, too - so one was plenty. And I worked out, so there is that.) THE END.