i am obsessed with this cake. this one right here:
doesn't it look good?
well IT IS. best cake ever. it's chocolate with white buttercream and i pretty much would eat it daily if it wouldn't make me fat.
so i'm at the store and i'm giving the cake fuck me eyes when a lady walks up and looks at the display case. i proceed to inform her that the cake i'm trying to sleep with not only is the best cake in the free world, but it will make you live longer, and cut your gas prices in half! she starts laughing. apparently she's my new best friend because i also inform her that the cake is so damn good, that i randomly make up excuses to buy it. oh my gosh, it's saturday- cake day! i'm breathing today- we should celebrate with cake! you peed on the potty? (mom, i'm 8) so what? CAAAAKE! it's possible that my new best friend ran away from me screaming, but i can't really be certain.
i'd like to think i'm entertaining and funny in real life, but what if this is just further proof that i'm a freaking nutcase?!