I'm supposed to only be eating one baked goody a day because sugar makes me ill (what kind of bastard trick is that for the universe to play on a girl who comes from a long line of sugar/cake addicts?*) and today I already had a toasted coconut doughnut. But N's out watching the football in some bar and there's a cupcake shop right under our apartment and I'm fucked if I can resist.
*I don't use that word lightly. No way, nuh huh.