Cake is my favorite food.
And I really want some RIGHT NOW. I would give almost anything for a rich, dense, hunk of vanilla cake with vanilla buttercream frosting. I can almost taste it. I want it so bad, it almost hurts.
I’m about to leave for my lunch-break work out. Rain is about to start pouring on us, and I thought about not going, because I’m wearing suede shoes. But I have to do something other than sit here and fantasize about cake, because no good can come of that. Especially when my lunch will be a piece of string cheese and an Atkins “Chocolate Shake.”