Wednesday, December 20, 2006

morning

Some days you have good days. Some days you have bad days.

Some days you have cake for breakfast... I don't know which one that counts as.
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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Um, what kind of cake?

H. said...

McCain's freezer cake, the delight of my childhood, which my mum would only buy for me on my birthday.

I, like most kids who (in retrospect) were lucky enough to have a mum who baked, always craved store bought stuff. That was what I always asked for for my birthday.

Yumm.

Therefore, when in depression... let's just say mum ain't here to control my store habits any more.

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