I scream

Sometimes I want ice cream. Not literal ice cream, but ice cream as it used to be when I was a kid. That sure fire, saves the day no matter how bad, everything is awesome because we’re eating it, ice cream. I’m a damn adult now and I can buy ice cream any time I want to, but nothing on this good green earth compares to how ice cream used to cure all ills back them. If I could get my husband ice cream right now, I would do it, because he’s literally losing weight over his new promotion. I’m losing weight through sheer will power (at a much slower rate), additionally because of the stress over school and work and applying for my MSW makes eating a chore. I have plenty of chores, dammit. I have a deadline approaching. I have a test on Tuesday. I have work that I’m behind on. 

I want some fucking ice cream.