My friends really know how to support me when it matters.
Exhibit A: this text exchange while I was endeavoring to stress eat…
Me: “‘Sorry, we’re out of chocolate Frosty, we only have vanilla.’ Oh. So you only have heresy? How dare you, Wendy’s? How. Dare. You.”
Friend 1: “What fresh hell is this?”
Friend 2: “BURN IT DOWN!!!!!”
Me: “They shouldn’t even be allowed to CALL that a Frosty. Hmph. (I’ve never had it, it might be delicious. Just not today.)”
Friend 2: “No. Vanilla? Fuck that shit. That’s not a goddamn Frosty. I love vanilla, but that is just blasphemy.”
Friend 1: “Frosty=chocolate. Anything else is a weird extra soft serve ice cream.”
Me: “I adore you both and will be blogging this discussion in the foreseeable future.”
Smug Singleton 