5 Stupid Things I’m willing to admit cause I’m Debbie Downer over here and I need to even this shit out.

Sometime last week I had some down time at work. I read online reviews of all the Taco Bell breakfast items. I have absolutely no intention of trying any of these menu items, but I felt the need to educate myself. I could’ve been reading about world news or Obamacare, but no… I chose to read about Taco Bell breakfast.
Since its Lent I have once again given up sugar. I have taken open Girl Scout Cookie boxes to just smell them. I have stood over boxes of donuts and cannolis at work, just to stare at them. I have a mental list of all the things I want to eat once Easter rolls around. So far it includes: Laduree macaroons, peanut butter chocolate chip cookies, a cronut, ice cream, ice cream and more ice cream. I have the sweetest fucking tooth.
I really need to stop following Drake on Instagram. I REALLY NEED TO STOP. His Instagram feed shows absolutely nothing of value. In fact he floods my feed with really terrible and irrelevant photos. STILL—I can’t get myself to stop following his account.
The other night I asked Melissa if she wanted to go to King of Diamonds when we go to Miami before our cruise in Nov. She responded with “HELL YES.” I shouldn’t have been surprised that she knew what I was referring to (because we pretty much have the exact same taste in music), but I was. When I responded in amazement with “YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS?!?” Her response was “Umm yeah, its the strip club Rick Ross and Drake always talk about.” THIS IS WHY WE’RE FRIENDS. This is the exact reason why we are friends. God put the two of us together for a reason.
I lied. I could only think of 4 things, now its 2am and I need to sleep.
PENIS.