(this photo...actually, all of the photos since my triumphant return, have nothing to do with anything. this one kinda does? maybe? cake and weddings go together...sometimes...?)here's a quick story. i call it: the story of monday's breakfast.
saw last piece of cake on the counter.
picked it up.
unwrapped it.
took a ginormous bite and headed for the milk.
realized cake was bad. (like...probably two minutes away from actually molding, bad.) started gagging and spitting and trying to scrape all remnants from my tongue.
tongue went numb from disgustingness.
scrapped milk plans, chugged coke instead.
moral of, the story of monday's breakfast: it's amazing how something that was once so perfect can turn so horrendous...
(also. disclaimer: rotten cake (ok, any cake) and a coke is NOT a healthy breakfast, i know. i was just in a hurry. and i don't typically eat like that. well. sometimes. but not usually for breakfast...that happens to be the ONE meal of the day i actually value.)
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