Sometimes I feel that she is my soulmate.
She can sense what I need, just when I need it.
Like the day she handed me this self-made pouch
I have started giving names to the giant pimples on my face.
When I'm bored, I talk to them.
My favorite is Mrs. Watermelon who resides on my left cheek, she is the biggest, roundest, reddest of all.
Everyday they're multiplying. I'm running out of names.
Help.
Inside the pouch is this note:
And under the sweet note is this:
Baby KitKats in all these yummy flavors, some I've never seen before!
There's cheesecake, red bean, apple, orange, hojicha, blueberry cheesecake, pear,
matcha, wasabi, strawberry, etc, etc. I almost fainted with excitement.
Mrs. Watermelon, Mr. Tomato, Sir Rudolph, and Miss Cherry, too!
Of course, the very first flavor I attack is my favorite purple yam. Ube KitKat. Genius, diba?
My heart is happy. Thank you, Fwannie! :)
