I made 3.5 batches and I ate a SHITLOAD of them. I have the feeling I will hate myself tomorrow.
But they’re SO GOOD. They could cure cancer.
I love myself for being such an amazing cook.
I’m such a catch. Why am I still single? Oh, yeah, weird obsession with food, fictional couples, Disney and Pixar movies and Michael C. Hall’s face.
ALSO GUISE GUISE WHAT IF I CALL THEM DAVE KAROFSKY COOKIES BECAUSE I MADE THEM TODAY AND LATER TODAY… YOU KNOW.
YES. THIS WILL BE.
