August Break #3
all i feel like doing tonight is going out to get one of those chemically delicious, total crap, sara lee cakes. i feel like coming home with that cake, grabbing a fork, and collapsing into the softness of my couch. i feel like eating the whole thing while watching a movie in the dark, in my baggiest, most comfortable pajamas. i feel like leaving that empty tinfoil pan of chocolate crumbs on the coffee table until the next day. i feel like falling asleep and letting the rest of the movie watch me.