Also, here's a photo of the cake my super-talented girlfriend made:
And here's the first poem in a month-long poem-a-day Intangible Collective challenge I'm calling "period." Word to Diabolical and Eden.
Haven't been writing
So time to try something new:
Poems daily. Yup.
Posts
6 saw something, said something:
I couldn't be any more jealous of that cake... AND your girlfriend MADE it?! Head explosion.
Hahaha.
1) The picture does nothing to convey the amazing amounts of chocolately goodness contained within. There were chocolate chips INSIDE the cake.
2) Fact. It's kinda what she's paid for. There's a reason she gets that guap, fasho. /end slang
Happy happy birthday to a man I've never met, but who takes great care of one of my favorite people--
Next time I make it out east, we have to meet.
And I want a cake too.
-Harper (or something like that)
A friend of mine once said:
Haikus are easy,
But sometimes they don't make sense,
Refrigerator.
Hot cake! I just started cake decorating, can't wait til I'm at that level. Going to replicate my boyfriend's love of his life... his car.
Harper - Thank you, and that sounds like a plan.
SVD - Ha. You'd clearly love my boy Sean's haiku project.
Passionista - It's a good one, eh? Best of luck w/ yours!
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