So yesterday was Easter, which people usually use as an excuse to stuff our faces with all sorts of random foods and tasty treats. My aunt decided to bring cupcakes to my grandparents house yesterday which was a really awesome decision. I tried very hard to not stuff my belly full and go into a food coma during lunch, which I succeeded in. I was so happy, I decided to reward myself by inhaling a cupcake. This was the worst decision of my life. These cupcakes were a masterpiece made to look like ducks. There was cream cheese icing on it and coconut shavings that were yellow and orange gumdrop thingys cut in half to look like an open beak and it was strawberry flavored... ah. It was amazing. and the best part? It had a glob of strawberry jelly in the middle. We went for a walk down the road when the cupcake started to kick in. I started hopping up and down and spinning around with my arms out like a helicopter because it was amazing. And then started to wonder why when people walk, our arms move forwards and backwards? Why don't the move from side to side? So, I demonstrated this new walking technique, and then proceeded to cry. I thought I was going to die. This is what happens to me when I have sugar. It was not fun. The only need that I felt at that moment was to obtain more sugar and to also destroy anything that was yellow. And to try to run as fast as I could. I ended up just running around in circles and then randomly turning off-course because I spotted a dandelion and I needed to destroy it. After I had plucked it up and stuck it in my pocket, I began to run right back on course running around in endless circles. It was not fun. It is the cupcake's fault. It is evil.
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