Tuesday, November 11, 2008
But unfortunately... its not going to work. Last night banana, you and I had our very last dance. It was magical, you being mixed in with all of that chocolate peanut butter goodness. But the way you treated me afterwards, was unforgivable. I thought I'd bring you to a public place, like my blog, to officially end it. I'll still see you around, when you have a play date with Eleanore, or when Christopher puts you into a protein shake. I'm sorry to say that there won't be any more early morning breakfast cereal rendezvous, or weekends in a cup with strawberries and ice. From time to time I'll say hello when I pass you in the store, but don't expect a hug or a kiss. Not from me at least. I used to date one of your good friends, bread, which I know has caused problems in our relationship before. Even though we never really talked about it, I know you secretly wanted to invite him on vacation with you, me, and peanut butter. Well, now that I'm out of the picture, you and bread can do whatever you want. Banana, I'm not going to lie, I'm going to miss you. But... its over.
-"Banana Pin", by peasoup, $8.50.