Sunday, August 08, 2010

let us eat cake

Yesterday I binged on cake for lunch. I was not alone, so it wasn't some desperate kind of emotional eating episode -- not that such things should be taken lightly.

It was one of those perfect, lazy summer days where the entire city seemed to be out strolling in the sun. So out I went to meet people (family) for lunch. Cake, specifically. There were no other options.

Who else can you eat boxes full of sugar with and not feel judged?

They're family. They'll still love you even after you've eaten directly from the box, have icing smeared all over your face, are laughing uncontrollably at any and everything because of the sugar high, and who'll be sure to point out the drool running down your chin when you wake up from your cake-enduced coma.

Ah, yes, family.

We had two cakes between the three of us: a lemon raspberry cakelet and chocolate suicide.

We managed to finish the lemon cake and were only half successful with the suicide. If we were truly serious about it, we would have attempted suicide first...

We'll need a better plan of execution next time.

Didn't eat dinner that night and, today, didn't have breakfast and wasn't particularly hungry for lunch either. Hm... loss of appetite after attempted suicide. Go figure.

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