I’ve been wanting to eat ice cream since last week. The last time I had one was when he said “So we have to grow.. as friends.” At that moment, the banana split was served, and I imagined it splattering across the table and glass door. I no longer had appetite. What the hell am I gonna do with this? I thought of movies where girl gets dumped, and indulges in cookies and ice cream. Perfect. I found myself stuffing every scoop in my mouth without actually tasting anything. All I wanted was to get the ice cream over with. And run.
Banana split in half was you and I. Whatthefuck. I was actually thinking about that lame analogy.
Anywaaay, fast forward to now.. I indulged in Magnum.