I Bought Nutella

and I can't stop thinking about it.
I just---I just can't. No.
It's just there. In my fridge. Waiting for me.
Cooling. And freezing. Waiting.


If I would have to choose between the option of having unlimited supply of peppermint ice-cream drizzled with Nutella but my toenails would grow insanely fast, I buy me one chain nail-clipper because I would rather clip away and eat (though, not at the same time, ew.)

Okay. I can't be here any longer.
I MUST GO TO MY LOVE.