I just wanted to take a few minutes this evening to tell you, Company, about how much I would like to have a piece of cheesecake right now. I want it bad.
I am not exactly sure why I want to have some cheesecake so bad right at this moment, but I just do. The good kind too, not the cheater kind that I can make at my own house with vanilla pudding mix and some whipped cream and one of those pre-made pie crusts that is made of graham crackers or crushed up Oreos or something. Nope, I want the real thing that you have to get from a store or a restaurant, that they serve cold and it is so dense and rich that you can barely stand it.
And I don't want one that is too involved or fancy-pants. Nope. I want the regular kind with just some chocolate drizzled across the top of it and on the plate and a strawberry for a garnish. That is what I am jonzing for, and I don't have any in the house. I also lack the money or ambition to go out and get any from the store or a friendly local restaurant, which is sad because I am wanting it SO BAD right now.
It is seriously all that is running through my mind right now. I can actually taste it on my tongue and feel the texture in my mouth. I am actually salivating as I type this. That is how bad I have it. If a Girl Scout showed up at my door asking for donations and she happened to have a piece of delectable cheesecake with her, I would pull a gun on her in order to obtain it. I would stomp on the foot of a man recently released from prison if it got me that piece of cheesecake without me having to get up off this couch. If that "What Would You Do For a Klondike Bar" guy showed up as part of a new cheesecake gig, they would have a whole series of new commercials to put on the TV.
But alas, I am pretty sure that I am not going to get my cheesecake, at least not anytime soon. I will get it eventually though, that I can assure you. For now I guess I will have to just keep dreaming...