It can’t be me, can it?

Wasn’t there a time when you felt sheer indulgence in whatever you fancy tickled the beast inside of you?

Mine did. And self control was definitely not in its vocabulary. Never was, never will.

It reared its ugly head at the sight of the cookies I bought for lunch at work. I should have left them with JT in the night for my own’s sake, if not for It’s.

Great. The beast wasn’t going to make it any easier for me. In fact, it was a lop-sided battle. I conceded defeat within seconds

Exhilarated and triumphant, It danced and sang in jubilee while munching away all my cookies and drained every last drop out of the elixir of raspberry goodness.

It might have won but victory is mine to take in the finale.

Watch me.