What? Why is this?
The whole week it has been nothing but cupcakescupcakescupcakes. That is all I see, smell, taste and hear about. My five senses couldn't take no more.
Not that I'm complaining but the sweet-topped concoction just keeps on rolling and rolling like Bruno Mars with his love that could catch a grenade for ya.
And I understand the want for cupcakes, the need for it. The smell, the taste. Lately, all it does now is smearing me with brightly coloured sprinkles and cream.
Enough.
I want a burger.
