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Thanks to everyone who suggested some possibly unknown but good indie bands that I could put on the CD for the boy I love. Today he decided to act on instinct and leave me, because he suspected I was cheating. In reality, I had spent the day telling my friends how much I do love this boy, how happy he makes me.
I am miserable!
I am truly miserable. I screwed up a nice drawing I made him and now I miss it. How can one prove their innocence to someone who is determined they are guilty?
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Anyway, as it happens, I am turning into quite the chef! I felt like making non-dairy butterfly cakes. "O rly?" you ask. "YES RLY." I reply.
Here are my little pretties rising in the oven! At this point I felt what any pregnant mother must feel as her bump protrudes proudly in front of her face (but not really... because cakes are better than babies).
I was quite alarmed when I took them from the oven to find some of them sporting rather impressive cake-erections. It must have been the heat in the oven, combined with my handsome boyish looks :[
Next came the part where I had to slice the tops off. There was a reason for this (that you will see later), I'm not just a cake sadist. Sorry, my poor little castrated cakies.
And HERE... ba bada ba ba ba baaaaah:
The most beauitful butterfly cakes you have ever seen! Yes, I'm sure any kindergarten-mom would love a child who produced such cakes... though at my age, it's probably more of an embarassment.
I heard they taste good, but I'm abstaining thus far. They have about enough fat to give you an instant heart attack, but they look sort of yummy.
And here is my favourite, Admiral Flap III (he is the PERFECT cake, seen top right in the picture above):
Sadly, he was lost in battle. Flutter on, little guy. Flutter on.
I am miserable!
I am truly miserable. I screwed up a nice drawing I made him and now I miss it. How can one prove their innocence to someone who is determined they are guilty?
-------
Anyway, as it happens, I am turning into quite the chef! I felt like making non-dairy butterfly cakes. "O rly?" you ask. "YES RLY." I reply.
Here are my little pretties rising in the oven! At this point I felt what any pregnant mother must feel as her bump protrudes proudly in front of her face (but not really... because cakes are better than babies).
I was quite alarmed when I took them from the oven to find some of them sporting rather impressive cake-erections. It must have been the heat in the oven, combined with my handsome boyish looks :[
Next came the part where I had to slice the tops off. There was a reason for this (that you will see later), I'm not just a cake sadist. Sorry, my poor little castrated cakies.
And HERE... ba bada ba ba ba baaaaah:
The most beauitful butterfly cakes you have ever seen! Yes, I'm sure any kindergarten-mom would love a child who produced such cakes... though at my age, it's probably more of an embarassment.
I heard they taste good, but I'm abstaining thus far. They have about enough fat to give you an instant heart attack, but they look sort of yummy.
And here is my favourite, Admiral Flap III (he is the PERFECT cake, seen top right in the picture above):
Sadly, he was lost in battle. Flutter on, little guy. Flutter on.