I made three dozen peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. I brought some to the gym for the super cool receptionist, gave some to Attitude and Ink, and made up a plate for the baristas at the Starbucks I usually go to. Awesome. Then I ate a few. Yum. I called up Mocha to give her some, but she was busy. I ate a few more. I know Gosh likes cookies, so I called and left a message saying I had some cookies for him.
By the time he called back I had eaten all but one. I felt so sick. What a dirt bag.
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