So on the first weekend of October the theatre met over here and as usual, when they left there were lots of leftovers. Which is generally a good thing, except that that it often leads to a situation like the one I find myself in right now, where there is very little actual food in the fridge, but there are two tupperware containers filled with these sort of circus-colored cupcakes. They are extremely festive but have that sort of too-pretty-to-actually-be-food kind of look about them. Which is probably why they've survived until now.
When there's no real food in the house and I find myself contemplating a nine-day-old cupcake that looks like the carousel at Coney Island it starts to feel like possibly I've gone insane. Like I'm a little kid who has been left to fend for himself and decided to live on nothing but cupcakes and root beer.
Sometime I think I can hear the cupcakes calling to me, imploring me in their plaintive little cupcake voices to please eat them. It ain't right, I tell you.
Posted by flamingbanjo at October 11, 2004 06:27 PMIt's even worse when the little cupcakes have baby arms outstretched to you -- just begging you to "Eat me!"
Posted by: KING COMTE I at October 12, 2004 09:08 AMI can't tell you how I know this, but them ain't cupcakes you're hearin'.
How many roommates you got again?
Posted by: Jeb at October 12, 2004 07:32 PMhumph. plaintive lil voices my aunt trudy's left foot. they're just luring you closer so they can eat you. beware.
Posted by: raej at October 13, 2004 07:23 AMHmmm. Raej, you've given me the idea for what could well be a lucrative horror franchise.
Posted by: flamingbanjo at October 13, 2004 09:00 PMdude, i like totally want 5% of the take.
Posted by: raej at October 13, 2004 11:11 PMIt ain't right...And yet its oh so right...
Posted by: JtotheP at October 14, 2004 12:51 PM