I had an unfortunate incident with a donut today. Actually three donuts.
You see, my friend Danielle left a box of donuts at my house. And to be fair I went over 24 hours without shoving my face in them. I picked at them, like a lady.
This afternoon I discovered that the glazed ones were really soft and fresh (unlike the chocolate covered ones that I had been picking at). So in a fit of heat induced hysteria, I devoured the outer shell of three glazed donuts. Really fast.
I took the rest of the donuts and the donut guts and ran water over them then threw them away. I am a hot mess.
I was told I have existential bulimia. I agree.