Stop mocking me!!!

I have a cream filled cupcake (the sooooo disgusting they're good variety) from Hostess staring at me right now. It's taunting me. "Marnie...oh dear, sweet Marnie...take a bite of me. You know you want to. Mmmmmm...I am luscious, creamy, chocolaty and filled with all sorts of chemicals you cannot even begin to pronounce."

Due to circumstances beyond my control, my appetite hasn't been the best lately. As a matter of fact, I'm surprised that I even find this cupcake remotely enticing. Naturally...I am trying to shed a few pounds and I feel unusually bovine today. The appetite suppressant that is life is not helping me in my state of weakness, either. Hmmmmmm.

So...do I eat the cupcake or smash it with my "go phuck yourself" stamp? I could throw it out my office window. I could place it on the ground and drive Inga over it. I could just give it to a co-worker, but if I cannot feel joy...neither can anyone else.

Decisions. Decisions. Decisions.

All of a sudden...the cupcake is becoming a metaphor for my life. Phucking Hostess and phucking cupcake.