the cake is not a lie
this is the public entry.
yesterday was slendid.
wonderful.
delicious.
my flatmate fooled me enough, by setting out two plates and two cups, and even helped me fold back the table in the living room - i thought, hey i should finally clean this room - and when he returned from the bakery, he was not alone.
he stood there in the door with senor r. miss k. and mr. l. - and a cake.
with two dozen burning candles.
this was the first meal - a long extended breakfast with my friends.
lets jump ahead (since this is the public version) to the last dish i ate that day...
and it was cake.
made by my mom... it was desert.
another two dozen candles to blow out.
the cake is not a lie... it really isn't... especially since there are more true cakes than you can count with one candle.
yesterday was slendid.
wonderful.
delicious.
my flatmate fooled me enough, by setting out two plates and two cups, and even helped me fold back the table in the living room - i thought, hey i should finally clean this room - and when he returned from the bakery, he was not alone.
he stood there in the door with senor r. miss k. and mr. l. - and a cake.
with two dozen burning candles.
this was the first meal - a long extended breakfast with my friends.
lets jump ahead (since this is the public version) to the last dish i ate that day...
and it was cake.
made by my mom... it was desert.
another two dozen candles to blow out.
the cake is not a lie... it really isn't... especially since there are more true cakes than you can count with one candle.