Cake!
Seriously, I think I love the band Cake more than I love actual cake. They pretty much make me jerk around in dorky ways which I would call “dancing” but others might call a “seizure.” Also, I remember one time, when I was like, 10, my older cousin totally played Cake in the car and was like, “Shhh! Don’t tell your mom there are dirty words in it!” And I remember feeling so scandalous that they said shit. She also used to take me to get Frappuccinos because she was all cool and grown up and 16 and drank coffee. And I hated them and she would always drink mine. Ahh, I thought she was so cool and she always acted so put out by me and I was so jealous of her because everyone thought she was so smart and perfect. Then she got kicked out of college… ahhh, cake.
I do like angel food cake sometimes. And every once in a while I get raging cravings for plain chocolate cake without icing. Other than that, I’d totes rather have souffle for my birthday. Or like, shoes or something.
Listen! Eat some cake while you do, if you’re so inclined…
