

Almost bedtime. It's chilly out tonight. The kind of chill that makes me think of bonfires, which makes me think of roasting marshmallows. Of all the things I gave up on this health journey im on Marshmallows I miss the most. Ooey and gooey straight off the fire, the outer burnt layer holding in the marshmallow lava. Oh, you know, taking a bite at that moment will burn your lips, mouth, and throat but you have to do it anyway. Waiting any length of time gives that melty goodness a chance to cool down and set up again. That just won't do. So you pop that lava fluff into your mouth, regret and satisfaction hitting you all at once. Damn, I miss marshmallows. You didn't come here for food porn but that's what you got. This has all been part of my plan to seduce with my weirdness. Haha. Good night and sweet dreams.