Goodbye.

This is what they look like when they're not ugly.

Saturday morning.

Bates and Del Mundo are sprawled all over the bedspreads. All the windows are wide open and constant blasts of cool winds swirl around the little apartment.

Head. Eyes. Ears. Nose. Throat.

*Shuts book.*

I move over to the fridge at the foot of my bed, open it, and I stare at what seems like a little brown box covered in a white plastic bag covered with a layer of frost.

Alas, it contains a very ugly looking red velvet cupcake.

I don't care how ugly it has become (It has been through rough sea waters. Don't ask). I immediately stick it in my mouth.

Crumbs fall over my bed. Frosting finds its way to my hair. My orange highlighter falls to the floor.

What's my point? I don't have a point. Hahahaha

Somebody get me a dozen of those from Bacolod please? On the other hand... Don't. I shall mark that moment as the end of my modified starches and sugary treats.

It was wonderful.

Thank you Flibby! Belated happy birthday. ;)
06/23/12