I was home alone thinking about you. So i almost instinctively made a cake. No box shit either. I wanted to look up some Paula Deen sweet as sugar, kill your arteries type deal. I wanted to scrape the sides with a spatula and and even my fingers to taste test (fuck salmonella. I always thought it was a lie). I wanted to use butter and flour and get lazy with the rum when I glazed it. There was going to be a bow on top of the cover. So soon as I looked at that oven. It dawned on me… “the fuck are you doing?! Real women don’t do this shit.”
… I’ll just text you next time.