Toilet Seat Confessions: Pumpkin spice is my shit!

Too soon? Nope. Winter is coming? Wrong. Fall is coming, and in turn I’m also coming…in my sweatpants. The most glorious time of year is mid-September to late November. Leaves are changing color, football’s finally back, and you know what that means. PUMPKIN. SPICE. EVERYTHING. I turn into the most basic-ass, harvest-ass, UGG-wearing-ass bitch. Give me pumpkin spice donuts, pumpkin spice muffins, pumpkin spice coffee, pumpkin spice beer. Give me all of that pumpkin beer that you snobs can’t handle. I’ll guzzle it down while wearing my pumpkin spice flannel. Jokes aside, pumpkin spice is the greatest gift in the most magnificent of seasons.