this can't be happening

[seperis]

I have had a bad moonpie.

I don't know what to do with this.

I got it for Child, because hey, moonpie. Opened it up, and okay, a three decker moonpie was weird (I'm a purist, okay?) but that's also more moonpie so I dealt with it, and then Child looked horrified after a bite. I assumed he was evil (as one does; who looks like that after a moonpie?) then took a bite myself.

For a moment, I suspected I was evil too, but seriously, what the fuck was that? It's a moonpie, not baked Alaska; we are not talking about a complex dish. It is marshmellow stuck between graham crackers and covered in chocolate or other layer of artificial and delicious flavoring. It is like a smore gone corporate. And it tasted like feet had been involved.

FEET.

The sun has just stopped shining, cats and dogs are lying down together, and my childhood called and disowned me.

Comments

[svmadelyn.livejournal.com]

I haven't had a good moonpie in ages. Every one I've tried has been dried out beyond recognition and now I see them in stores and I can't bring myself to get my hopes up; I pass them by.

It - changes a person, you know?

[svmadelyn.livejournal.com]

We should try to find a moonpie while you're here. I can be brave if you're around. I have to get back on the bicycle eventually, you know? *chews nails*

[seperis.livejournal.com]

*nod* It does. This--I spit out moonpie. I don't think I'll ever be the same again.

*shudder* There was nothing about it that wasn't wrong.