For approximately three years, I've wanted an ice cream cake. A big one, a small one, a piece of one, half a forkful. I want some friggin' ice cream cake.
Throughout this time, I have been tempted by the possibility of getting to fulfill my wish on several occasions, but each time the plan is thwarted. Other people change their minds, laziness stops us from going, people forget.
Today, I very randomly told Andrew that I was craving ice cream cake, and that he should buy us one. He immediately said he'd get it on his way home from work. I was very excited. I even ate less other crap throughout the day, because I'd be enjoying the ice cream cake so much.
Dairy Queen is closed for the season.
I want a freaking ice cream cake! This hummus and pita just aren't the same. I want vanilla ice cream, chocolate ice cream, icing, that clear gel icing, and the amazingness that is the fudge crumbly stuff in the middle. I want and need it now.
Anyone who buys me some DQ cake gets 5000 points to be cashed in for Michael Land Fun Prizes. They're real, I swear.