… and I’m not proud about it.
It keeps me up at night just thinking about it.
I cringe when it passes through my mind.
It’s giving me paranoia.
It makes my hands shake.
What is it?
A little bit closer….
That blasted lazy pie.
It’s making me eat it two times a day whether I need it or not.
It taunts me from the refrigerator.
It calls to me everytime I walk through the kitchen.
But it’s okay.
Because it’s guilt-free, remember?
And yes, this is a picture of my second banana cream pie. The first one is long gone… along with the chocolate one I made right after it.
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