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Running on a short fuse

MUD CAKE!!!!

i still am not sure what happened. at some point last night, i got mad enough, i told the kitchen to seriously fuck off and stop being so up their arse about themselves, and walked off. i was mad, i was a little uptight, and i hated being their bashing bag just because i was their first point of contact. what angered me more later on, was Mel taking THEIR side of the story and telling me i should stop stressing them out.

no, seriously?

if they don’t give me contradicting orders, if they had just stop being such pricks, maybe they wouldn’t have been stressed out by my actions. first they told me to remind them, then they told me they don’t want me in their faces. well get over it and decide what you want. i didn’t say anything. the dockets are there because that’s a common practise.

i like to stand in that posture. ems does it, niccie does it, everyone does. we aren’t too tall that we can just stare over the shelves at the pass, or too short that we can stare UNDER the shelves. so why should i do something i have never done and stand up straight and stare at the metal bits of the pass just because you aren’t feeling like my posture that day.

get fucked.

when i got let off that night from work, i could see mel wasn’t happy with me. whatever dude. between you and me, we know exactly what kind of people the kitchen is. i am surprised you even bought their story. i was a little elated when i woke up this morning for standing up for myself against the kitchen and their moronic abuse. at the same time, i was still a little pissed off. they tried to be nice when i left last night, but since i was still on my power trip, i ignored them.

heh.

It was a good day somewhat today though. i went into civic to meet up with sheetle and we had some food trip around the town. it’s just nice to not cook for yourself every now and then. it’s seriously hard to cook for just ONE person. it’s annoying. there’s always too much or too little food left over. and i really hate to have to handle leftovers since i have *SO* much space in the fridge.

after which, we had a nice little short walk to find her national convention centre, and then a cake indulgence. i got the mud cake above, and she got some lemon tart because they have no more cheese cake.

but u know what sheetle?

i think you and i, we both miss NYDC right?

introducing:

Mochamisu (tiramisu cheese cake)

a flashback...

AND the Goldmine Cheese cake

another blast from the past

complete with an extra pot of chocolate too!

see! i specially dug up these pictures for you from a thousand moons ago! don’t you love me? (i can feel a virtual hit coming)

oh cheese cakes, what can i do without you? :P

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