My L day: Los Angeles, late (waking up, not getting to work luckily), Lykke Li, low-fat lactose, little oranges, Leo DiCaprio, Leslie Knope loves Ben Wyatt, lemon tootsie roll, looking and listening to loads of episodes of the lovely Private Practice where doctors lust for one another (story of my life), lo-mein, lots of people lulling an loafing around literature (the Kardashians were at Barnes and Noble), Lady Antebellum, loser, Last Summer (of You and Me), and laying down.
L song: "That's Right (You're Not From Texas)" - Lyle Lovett
L word (well that's a show, but): lunchroom
***At this point in posting, I fell asleep, and then I didn't get back to it until two days later**
Lilly was sitting at a table in the lunchroom across from Luke and Lisa. It was a Friday, so Lilly's mom had packed her an extra dessert. Friday's were the best. Today's dessert was a red velvet cupcake, Lilly's favorite.
Luke asked Lilly and Lisa if they wanted any of his licorice. Lisa said no, because licorice f*cking sucks. Well, she didn't say that, exactly, but she declined the offer all the same. Lilly, on the other hand, liked licorice, so she reached for one of those disgusting, black ropes.
As her hand brought a piece of that turd candy to her lips, her elbow accidentally knocked her cupcake to the floor. It tumbled, end over end. Don't imagine this in slow motion because gravity is real, people. Anyway, the cupcake landed frosting side down. There's no such thing as a five-second rule when there's frosting involved. Her dessert, her friday, her life was ruined, and that's why you never eat licorice.