I have a strange relationship with cupcakes. It’s pretty much the same relationship I have
with cake. I love to bake them, I love
to decorate them, I love to admire them and I absolutely despise eating them. It’s the texture. It does nothing for me but make me
thirsty. And birthday cake? Don’t even get me started. Nothing grosses me out more than eating a piece
of cake that someone just seasoned with their DNA. Sick.
It's a shame, I know. Everything about them screams, “Eat me! I’m delicious.”
The only thing I could think of as I bit into the that tiny cup of love was, "...where can I spit this out?"
...so sad.



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