That giant bag of raw almonds in my desk drawer is so depressing I can hardly even think about it. Especially now, seeing a snack that would just brighten up my day. Stupid almonds, Y U NO CUTE?
Someday I want to coat my whole arm in icing and dip it in a vat of sprinkles. I wouldn't know what to do next, sadly, once I'm thoroughly spackled with hardening icing and sugary bits. I wouldn't want to eat it, I just want to take pictures of it maybe and call myself "Ol' Donut Arm". I guess just a donut will do.