Cupcakes are cooling. Apartment smells like chocolate and cinnamon. A few of the cupcakes got kind of mangled while I was taking them out of the pan. That means I should eat them myself, rather than inflicting mangled cupcakes on my friends, right?
River ,'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
It would be wrong to impose mangled cupcakes on your friends. They're like the broken cookies!
I was going to make cookies for the friends who were coming over, but realized I needed chocolate chips. Dude! Chocolate chips at the store were like, $3.50! I could buy cookies for that much! I mean, they wouldn't be as good, but....dang. Food got expensive. Hrmph.
Food got expensive. Hrmph.
It's all downhill from here, baby.
That means I should eat them myself, rather than inflicting mangled cupcakes on my friends, right?
It's only right.
Someone tell me to stop digging around my past and go to bed.
Night-night, bug!
vw, go to bed. If digging around still seems like a good idea after a good night's sleep, you can do it then.
OMG this class will never end!!!
Tea:
I sent an e-mail to the writer of the SB mom blog this morning just to thank her for writing it, and I received a very nice response this evening. Reading her story makes me very happy and more hopefully than I have felt about the future in a while.
In unrelated news, I worked myself up into quite an anxiety attack tonight by overdoing it with errands for the new place and Mother's Day shopping. I was compensating for doing too much by drinking too much caffeine which is a good recipe for an anxiety attack. The good news is I now have a new shower curtain, new bathroom accessories, and new curtains.