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, September 24, 2013

The first time i was published

Disclaimer: i hate news.com.au. I hate myself more for reading it all day every day.

The first time i was published was actually a fairly articulate letter to the editor of my local paper on the topic of women’s rights and RU486. The editor edited my letter with editing and it ended up slightly less concise. I wasn’t completely happy about it, but that dosen’t make a funny story, so I’m going to skip that one.