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 6, 2012

Hai Moshtix

Please keep in mind, I like cranky letters and I probably hate you.
I also kind of consider my ranting emails a favour to all customer service representitives of the world. I am the highlight of your day so fucking love it. 

Read on to experience the eye-gougingly tedious drama that is a half retarded Katrina attempting to buy tickets online via moshtix.
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