My Brownies...

Okay, so when a lot of women are down or stressed out we turn to chocolate or that one comfort food that essentially helps us to eat our feelings. My vice during trying times is chocolate. Due to the new owners of the convenience store located directly beside my apartment building, they have re-vamped it for the life of an emotional eater. Awesome.

I was in a bad mood and at the counter one day and decided to pick up one of these nicely packaged brownies. Although, I am not proud of this next statement, I made this a two week habit of getting a brownie everyday. I have now stopped this. Why you ask? Plenty of reasons....you know health, the fact that my jeans are getting tighter, AND THE WOMAN AT THE COUNTER SCREAMED ACROSS THE STORE TODAY WHILE I WAS PICKING UP A DIET COKE "WE ARE ALL OUT OF BROWNIES. I ORDERED SOME MORE, JUST FOR YOU...THEY WILL BE HERE TOMORROW."

Although the store was only packed with pre-pubescent adolescence on their lunch break from school, I am wildly embarrassed to be the neighbourhood brownie lady. I can't wait to start my water and lettuce diet tomorrow.

I can assure you that when the brownies arrive off that truck tomorrow, I will not be there. I will be at Mac's Milk.

Smooches,
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