It was so nice to wake up this morning without the stress of owning our cupcake business.
The only decision I have to make today is:
do I change my underwear or just turn these inside out?
Four years ago, I was hit with a similar conundrum: "Do I buy underwear or do I buy beer?"
I've been free-balling it ever since.
Max, what are you doing? What's happening over there?
Oh, you mean the arrow from the shop?
I put it on so you'd know where the insults were coming from.
I'm talking about the cupcakes. Our cupcake shop is gone.
Why are you still making those things?
It's the only constant in my life,
and the routine distracts me from the relentless darkness that lurks in every corner of my thoughts.
Besides, we still need to sell these at the diner to make extra money.
Well, you can do it. I'm not speaking to them. They totally led me on.
Those cupcakes were a tease.
Well, I want to pay rent this month.
And then again next month, and so on and so on until the exquisite release of death.
Oh, rent. Here we go again. Does that bitch ever stop?
If that's death, it's for me. Tell him to honk and I'll be right out.
Morning, Chestnut. Oh, what is it about those big, beautiful eyes that makes everything feel better.
I guess I just have a warmth. Oh, you mean the horse.
Is this still good? It is not. Eh, like I have a choice.