A PMS Discussion
*with a Dear Friend (DF) 7290 miles away via electronic mail.
Me: i HATE PMS. i planned to buy ONLY tea, and then i saw toffee cake, and then this sudden urge to eat it came and i couldn’t fight it off. i ended up buying banana cake, it’s so oily there must be a lot of butter in it. it’s not even that good but i just want to i eat it. f*ck PMS.
DF: haha. it’s ok. my pms urged me to buy a whole box of pastry from Paul’s. i scoffed down a crossaint, a pain au chocolate, a choc donut, mixed berry custard tart, 2 macaroons, a mille fuille, 2 enclairs.
beat that. oh and then went italian too and hooved a orange polenta cake.
Me: NO F*CKING WAY. IN ONE GO? NO F*CKING WAY.
DF: didn’t finish ALL of it. croissant and pain au chocolate yes. then all the rest i had like a few bites each. then the next morning finished off the rest. and then i cried.
Me: I love you.
DF: do you feel better now about the banana cake?
Me: yea. i just finished it clean and guilt-free.
