My life goes in cyclical obsessions.
I wouldn’t go so far as to say my obsessions are the ending of my regular everyday banal life, but they are added on top of everything else I have to do in a day’s work.
Watching Dexter non-stop.
Reading every Twilight book back-to-back.
Right now, it’s those tiny pop-one-in-your-mouth-and-watch-them-appear-on-your-thighs powdered donuts. Call them what you will, poppers, gems, mini donuts, Sweet Sweet Baby Jeebus’s special gift to processed foods, but mama loves all 230 calories three of those babies pack in their donuty goodness.
I’m kind of getting an epiphany. Maybe I like the powdered donuts because they make me think of Powdered Toast Man, Ren & Stimpy, and my free-wheelin’ teens and early 20s. Life was easier back then. 80 pounds lighter, no kids for which to devote my being, no bills beyond my Arial Mobile account and the $500 limit on my credit card. My car payment was under $200 and getting paid $8.50/hour was BIG MONEY.
The good old days were back in the ’90s. Chris Kirkpatrick had white boy dreads, I had the whole weekend of MTV’s Spring Break on my VHS tapes, and I had that nervous feeling of embarrassment to buy condoms from my ex-boyfriend’s dad at Kmart.
Back in the day, I could eat 3 whole mini powdered donuts and not think twice about it. Instead, I have to eat them one at a time and space them out through my day so I can pretend that I’ve worked off the last donut before I eat the next.
And now I want me a donut.
Wanna take a guess on how many mini powdered donuts I’ve eaten for the duration of writing this post?
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