I have been aware of a growing void in my soul lately, and have just this moment put my finger on its cause.
I am a wide and gaping, black and empty space of sadness and longing – long s short, it is tomorrow Halloween, and I have consumed not one caramel apple.
I NEED A CARAMEL APPLE.
Popsicle stick optional, but…no, actually, not very.
Popsicle stick not optional.
Where can I get a caramel apple for the love of all things good and holy like sunsets and Monday crossword puzzles.
Furthermore, you could hang out with me tomorrow, we could hang out in our little costumes, and you could bring caramel apples.
I would kiss you stickily and compose a joke to write on the ends of the ravaged popsicle sticks.
Eh?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment