Well, I have one thing that's making me happy right now, and it has vanilla cake with strawberry frosting and red sprinkles. That's right, I said cake and frosting and sprinkles. I am in possession of a beautiful cupcake. As soon as I am done writing this post, I will be digging into it. My friend just came along and slipped her finger through my frosting, ticking me off a little bit. I told her I was blogging about the cupcake, and she said, "Now you have something else to blog about." I am surrounded by Philistines. Neanderthals. Frosting stealers. I now have to guard my prize, like Merlin guarding Excalibur or Harry Potter guarding his wand. (OK, the Harry Potter thing sounds a little perverse, but you get the message. If anybody touches my cupcake, blood will be spilled.)
There is a pulse of anticipation running through me at the moment, not unlike the sensation of looking at a pile of presents on Christmas Eve. I will not be able to hold back much longer before my face looks like a rocket attack at a bakery. I can feel the urge building in my salivary glands as I sit here and type. I've almost reached for the cupcake twice already during this very sentence. I will not be able to restrain myself much longer. I am a blogger in search of an ending. A cupcake owner in search of a fork.
A Saint Marty in search of a...Oh, screw it. Time for some cupcake.
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| R. I. P. cupcake |
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