I made a cake this weekend. When photobucket stops being phuckobucket, I will update this post with dork-encrusted details. Until then, a teaser will have to suffice.





His name is Norbert. He is the chocolate cake gnome.


( Update! It's like a cooking show! But with writing! And delayed gratification! )

Craving chocolate lately. Also trying to be a behaved vegan. Hence:
( Turd nanners. )
( Double chocolate chip cookies. )


And... random Paht Thai porn.
( Squeeze my lime, bitch! )

Arghlarghlarghl.

CHOCOLATE. VICE. CREAM.


*dies*


*but wait*


Yes, Lord! Spank me with carrots and call me vegan!


*dies for real*

The little penguin just learned a valuable lesson the hard way. One must be cautious when "dog daring" another to take action that involves the darer's participation. The darer is also the dared, and must be certain they are up for the challenge. En guard, my tiny Antarctic waddler!

Hershey's caramel kisses are possibly the most brilliant cheap, mass-produced chocolate I have ever tasted. They are so soft and smooshy! Eeeeee! They're like gushing, slobbery, caramel cunnilingus on a melting chocolate sugar-angel. You know it's gonna be short-lived, but goddamn, is it good while it lasts.

It's like when I eat a mint, and my boyfriend eats chocolate... and we kiss!

Does anyone else remember that commercial?! I think it's from the eighties... for Andes mints, or some fancy coffee powder, or something?! I can't find reference to it anywhere online. Hrm.

Last day of work until JANUARY THIRD. What am I going to do with myself, pray tell?! To Be Determined, that one is... all I know is that I will not be in Teh Hell. To be honest, I am leaving a bit of a mess on my co-workers hands; something I was working on was awaiting action from another someone, who dropped the ball. So now I get to leave and Those Not On Vacation have to figure it out. Little guilt... little cackle.

K, I'm off to send my "If you need help, bug somebody else!" e-mail, and then I'm outtie. Until soon, my lovelies, when I'll be tippity-typing from the comfort of my ass, plunked on the living room floor.

Wazzaaaaaaaah!