i feel kinda sick from eating too much cake batter...
my new favorite hobby is to bake cakes.
it started out (at a bus stop?) with megan's birthday cake.
then i made vanessa a going away cake.
now i am currantly baking one because the girls at work decided we should have a potluck for tomorrow's short day/holiday.
a white cake with lemon frosting.
i haven't decided how i'm going to decorate it yet. but probably with lemon and lime slices and maybe some yellow flowers from out back.
anyway, so that's 3 cakes in the past month.
then my goal for this fall is to learn how to knit.
with all the cake baking and knitting i'm going to be quite the domestic goddess, i should say.
i'm totally gonna be the wifey baking cookies in high heals.
(as we all know i mastered the cookie thing years ago that one day i declared christmas cookie extravaganza).
yea boys, see what you're missing.
yummy treats and my sweet ass in heals.
and quite possibly the lamest girl you will ever meet in your entire life.
in other news, i went to the grocery store by myself tonite to get cake stuff. and since i'm home alone (as per usual) i was like hey, might as well buy something for supper. i ended up buying frozen dinners that i used to buy when i lived in milwaukee. and i was walking to the registers i was thinking about how sad it was that i was going home to an empty house with frozen dinners for supper. and thus concluded that i am incapable of moving out on my own any time in the near future.
when i found out i got the humana job i was excited that i'd be getting paid so much and thought hey, i could get my very own apartment - no roommates or anything. but after the conclusion of this summer - with the break up and everyone leaving for/going back to school, plus the extra tap dancing on my most vital organ, i don't know if i could come home to an empty place seven days a week.
the weekend is hard enough here.
and yet somehow i dread camping season being over and mom and les being home on the weekends?
in some aspects i think it would be good for me. in others? well i think i'd collapse into an even more worthless pile of complete garbage and be even more useless than i am now.
aka i'd get real sad and lonely and live in my little bat cave of depression.
unless of course caitlin lived across the hall. in which case i'd have to buy a video camera and start capturing our lives.
either way.
friends. family. lovers. where are ya?
now it's sunday and almost nine o'clock.
YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS.
(and with that, fuck i miss jen and alli).
it started out (at a bus stop?) with megan's birthday cake.
then i made vanessa a going away cake.
now i am currantly baking one because the girls at work decided we should have a potluck for tomorrow's short day/holiday.
a white cake with lemon frosting.
i haven't decided how i'm going to decorate it yet. but probably with lemon and lime slices and maybe some yellow flowers from out back.
anyway, so that's 3 cakes in the past month.
then my goal for this fall is to learn how to knit.
with all the cake baking and knitting i'm going to be quite the domestic goddess, i should say.
i'm totally gonna be the wifey baking cookies in high heals.
(as we all know i mastered the cookie thing years ago that one day i declared christmas cookie extravaganza).
yea boys, see what you're missing.
yummy treats and my sweet ass in heals.
and quite possibly the lamest girl you will ever meet in your entire life.
in other news, i went to the grocery store by myself tonite to get cake stuff. and since i'm home alone (as per usual) i was like hey, might as well buy something for supper. i ended up buying frozen dinners that i used to buy when i lived in milwaukee. and i was walking to the registers i was thinking about how sad it was that i was going home to an empty house with frozen dinners for supper. and thus concluded that i am incapable of moving out on my own any time in the near future.
when i found out i got the humana job i was excited that i'd be getting paid so much and thought hey, i could get my very own apartment - no roommates or anything. but after the conclusion of this summer - with the break up and everyone leaving for/going back to school, plus the extra tap dancing on my most vital organ, i don't know if i could come home to an empty place seven days a week.
the weekend is hard enough here.
and yet somehow i dread camping season being over and mom and les being home on the weekends?
in some aspects i think it would be good for me. in others? well i think i'd collapse into an even more worthless pile of complete garbage and be even more useless than i am now.
aka i'd get real sad and lonely and live in my little bat cave of depression.
unless of course caitlin lived across the hall. in which case i'd have to buy a video camera and start capturing our lives.
either way.
friends. family. lovers. where are ya?
now it's sunday and almost nine o'clock.
YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS.
(and with that, fuck i miss jen and alli).