I'm going through my dA account because I want to put some photos up for sale so I can get some cash because I feel sooo poor right now (which makes no sense because I just got paid...). I found this.

A Sticky Flavor of Ice Cream

Open up the freezer in my kitchen;
Pull out the ice cream box;
Scoop out my sickly sticky situation;
Singing only this sad song.

Friday night and everyone is out but me,
Screaming at my cats all night long.
Save for that, my house is still.
Quiet save simply for the rain.

Because it pounds and it pounds
And strikes and slams
Away at my little old house.
And though I am afraid, no one is near.

My inbox dings and I have mail.
Click it open and read.
Never quite as alone as I once had felt.
Now more alone than what was meant.

Sticky situations are often mirrored by food.
I dip my spoon into my situational food.
French vanilla always seemed to be
The stickiest flavor of them all to me.