The thoughts that keep me going through a rough night shift...


(Dear GOD! Click the cupcake!)

Look up cupcake recipes and then drool about them. It's how I imagine men look at pornography. My mouth just hangs open and I stare. I dream about eating them and how they taste/feel... I imagine Nigella baking them for me...

I should probably go do work now. I'm drifting away.

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