it’s 11:39 PM and I’m eating a donut in bed. Not just any kind of donut, but jelly filled and it’s warm from the microwave. All of these yummy factors are only amplified by the fact that I’m high.
Now you may think it’s disgusting or that I’m a big fat bitch, but you’re wrong. I’m only a bit chubby. Either way I don’t care because this donut is delicious. It’s warm and sweet and doughy, kind of like the men I end up dating.