how'd it taste, bitch?
i spent hours baking a cake last night. grocery shopping, beating the batter by hand (because d___ and his roommate didn't have a mixer)... it was quite a task. then we went out for drinks. we came home to find d___'s roommate's dog looking guilty and full of shame.
she ate my cake. and she ate the back-up apple pie i bought in case the cake took a disastrous turn. i cried real tears. i was drunk on two gin & tonics and a beer, but i probably would have cried sober. now everyone is bringing something to his family's thanksgiving today except me.
p.s. d___ doesn't want to be known as d___ anymore. so from now on, i'll use his actual name. drew. i'm still not using my actual name, though. hehe.
she ate my cake. and she ate the back-up apple pie i bought in case the cake took a disastrous turn. i cried real tears. i was drunk on two gin & tonics and a beer, but i probably would have cried sober. now everyone is bringing something to his family's thanksgiving today except me.
p.s. d___ doesn't want to be known as d___ anymore. so from now on, i'll use his actual name. drew. i'm still not using my actual name, though. hehe.
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