At the moment it's amplifying donuts. I've been thinking about them since I ordered my sister's birthday package. "Donut donut donut," my brain said to me while I waited for her to get it. "DONUT." My hands staged a bloodless coup on Friday night and placed an order for some donuts of my own with, I admit, little resistance from the rest of my body (particularly my mouth). "Donut," said my brain, "good job, Dianna, donut." I keep checking my mail to see if my order has been shipped yet. Unshipped, unshipped, donut, donut, where are my donuts? Unshipped. It's been one whole business day since my order was placed; can I write to veganessentials and plead with them to figure out what's wrong?
At this point it's almost certain that if I don't get donuts this week I'm going to die. It's true that there are few authenticated cases of death from donut deprivation, but I'm unconvinced that I won't be the first. The word "donut" is throbbing in my head like the Tell-Tale Heart, threatening to be my undoing. Don't believe me? Try counting how many times I just used it in a three-paragraph blog entry."
Alright... so many of you will agree that the above statement fits me like a glove. Hardy Har Har. But if you did, then you'd be missing the point of me showing it to you anyway. The point?
DONUTS.
VEGAN DONUTS.
Today I was DEVASTATED to find out that Krispy Kreme donuts were not vegan friendly. Seriously, devastated. So much so, that I considered becoming vegetarian instead of vegan. This of course is a culmination of a lot of stuff over the last few days, but my thoughts were no joke and I probably would've turned by the end of the night.
If not for the blog entry I read above.
If you go to google and you type in "Can vegans eat donuts?" (which is what I did) then you will get a couple of random links, and this: http://snoqualmie.cementhorizon.com/archives/003677.html
I opened it, and it led me to the answer to my prayers. Not only was this girl EXACTLY like me, but she was feeling the EXACT SAME WAY I was feeling at the time. And better yet: she pointed out oh-so-blatantly that there was such a thing as happiness for the vegan crowd.
And so I started an expedition. 2am. Donut time. I found a vegan donut place close by and Chris and I went to check it out. Can I say, awesome?
It's on Glenoaks in Glendale, called Sesame Donut, and the nightshift guy is Billy... he's very sweet and he slipped us like 5 donuts for free. Thanks Billy!

OOoooohhhh yyyeeeaaahhhh

Chris and a cinnamon bun

Yeah, that's right- 2 at a time baby!

One box of 2 that we brought home.

Cool little antique coffee maker :)
Total, sublime happiness.
I've eaten enough donuts in the last 20 minutes to last a year, and the boxes are still full of more. Really- I'm ecstatic. I knew it would be hard becoming a vegan, but the temptation to turn was never so bad as it was today. But God (and whatever others) up there must be really sweet... every time it gets tough they throw me 500 pillows. Thank you so much! It just deepened my determination to keep doing what I'm doing... Every fork I've come across in this road has just led me to bigger and better things. 90% of the amazing food I've tasted and the places I've been I would have never been able to experience if I wasn't a vegan. So I think I'm heading in the right direction.
If God thinks I'm doing a good job by not eating his animals, then so be it. I'll try my best to keep him happy. I hope he knows how thankful I am to him for making this easy for me. :)
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