Dear Frosting,

Dear Frosting,

I've recently come to understand that we don't really understand each other at all. You're beautiful. You're sweet. You're tantalizing. But mostly, you make me feel sick. What's up with that? I thought we were friends. Now, we enjoy an all too brief moment and then you make me feel all wonky. To top it all off, I'm going to have to spend at least a half an hour on a treadmill trying to mitigate you. Not cool, Frosting. Not cool.

Sincerely,
Tum E. Aiken