neopolitan

dear diary–
it's sunday night. 9:30pm korea time. i'm sitting here at my tiny computer desk eating neopolitan ice cream out of the tub. why can't i stop? the fat cells are mocking me. "eat more fatty!" "one more scoop!" i blame you misty! they came to korea bought ice cream and left it in my freezer. i guess if i finish it now, i wouldn't be standing in my kitchen at 4am eating it. news flash: it official the chocolate section is now gone. hello vanilla and strawberry. here comes papa!