Cake.

Yesterday's cake came out really well, all things considered. I was up until 3 am making it (I told Belinda midnight though cause I didn't want her to feel bad) because I kept screwing it up. Fortunately it was a relatively quick recipe to mix up, but have you ever been to the Acme at midnight to buy eggs? The strangest people are there. Anyways, it was a beautiful cake & everyone liked it. Everyone that matters, that is. A certain chickenshit someone chose to spend his breaktime reading Harry Potter instead of obtaining cake for himself, even after being invited. He also claimed to be on a diet, which is interesting because when Linda brought in a cake for her birthday a few weeks back he had no problem accepting a small piece for himself.
Maybe he was afraid I had put arsenic in his piece.
Hmph. So now I have a little bottle of rat poison in my purse and nothing to use it on. Heheheheheh.