I Scream for Ice Cream

Dosen't the title for this journal just own all? <3
This is my first journal not concerning sadness, love, depression, or life in general. This journal is about my ice cream fetish.

Not too long ago I started getting this major craving when I thought of ice cream (maybe because it reminds me of SOMETHING? Please excuse my dirty-minded side.). Saliva kept forming in my mouth and I pretty much had a miniature waterwall of saliva coming from my mouth. Then I started getting these strange ice cream fantasies, where there were huge mountains of endless vanilla ice cream topped with chocolate. I was in heaven. Damn that sweet tooth of mine.

I eventually stated endlessly nagging my stepdad to buy tons of vanilla ice cream when he went shopping, and so he did today. He bought this pretty big plastic boc of the stuff, and I am now consuming it whenever I have a typing break. My eyes are pretty much rolling into the back of my head when I feel it slowly melt in my mouth. I have almost had half of the ice cream! I am such a sugar hound sometimes, I swear.

If I was to describe what it feel like any further, I am pretty sure that the journal would have a positon as: "Ice Cream Fetish - Rated LEMON"
I shall not bore - or maybe even scare - you anymore with what it feels like to have my "need" of ice cream satisfied. :)

Later,
Joshuha Valley