This blog has less to do with turkey basters and more to do with cake and what i mean by that is, this blog has nothing to do with turkey basters and a little to do with cake. The girl with the cake is me. The cake is mine. It will never be yours. Mainly because i ate it long before you got here and i never learnt to share so now you have no cake. I pity your absence of cake. You can keep my pity because like my love, i have a lot to give, but unlike my pity, my love is reserved for cake. And puppies. But dont feed cake to puppies because cake is people food, not puppy food.











Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Attn: Michelle

When I quit that job I had in that office at that point in time, I was asked what I would be moving on to. When I told the accountant that I intended to go back to school full time as a government funded student, he seemed impressed until I explained to him that I was referring to centrelink.