Memorial Day

I apologized to my sister. She no care. So I no care either.

Hmf.

This weekend was "Memorial Day" weekend in the United States. I am not from the United States, but my father used to live in New York. We've gone to visit occasionally. It was lovely. And one of the best men I've ever met is from the good ol' jolly USA.

Jack, here's to you!

Apple Cider Vinegar

I am trying hard not to judge my sister Eleonora.

HARD.

Today is just one of those days where I think about my sisters. I want Aria to be happy, but how does a woman recuperate from being practically jilted? Daniella is going on a date... with Anthony. That blonde boy is really getting around. He's testing everyone's waters. Fiona is probably having a hard time, and who doesn't care or notice? Eleonora! Her own twin! Too busy stroking the ego of her narcissistic boyfriend.

My sisters. All of them in such a mess!

Me? I bit the apple, and the real world is not so bad. And by apple I mean cupcake.

On a side note, I bought apple cider vinegar today. It breaks down the fat inside the body. My breasts feel too heavy lately so I'm thinking of losing a bit of weight. I'll stir some with water before every meal, and let you know the results.

Twirl

ohmygoditotallylikezacharyidontknowwhattodowithmyselfmyemotionslooklikethiscupcake 

Snake Attack!

I am SO confused. A SNAKE BIT ME. I just slept with a snake, a SNAKE. I want my mommy and my daddy. It attacked me while I was weak! It was lurking in the shadows and out of nowhere it popped up! I had been hearing that little bell for days but I never thought it would actually come at me!

I don't care that it has a rocking body! Or a gourmand's hands and mouth. OH. MY. GOD. I did NOT just get horny. I am SICK. I am ILL. Patrick BROKE ME.

why? Why? WHY?

It is SURELY a poisonous beast! I am going to DIE!

Table For One

Patrick came by the office today to finish breaking my heart. Mission accomplished. I can't say there was any other way to do it, because no matter what happened this was going to be the result.

Me, dark chocolate and a table for one.

Sex-cretary

Today my sister asked if we could get back together in business. I refused! Now that she is dating Patrick she no longer has use for being his secretary. I honestly don't care! She can get another job, or stay a sex-cretary!

I don't care if I'm not being fair. I don't care if I make no sense. I honor my feelings, even when they're wrong, misplaced or unjustified. I love her but she makes me angry. And Aria would have a fit if she knew. I am going to join the butterfly ranks, man to man as if from flower to flower. I am getting tired of all this "perfect match" business. Everyone is so occupied looking to settle with whoever. Why can't we all just have sex with each other!

Date

I'm going to go on a date with William Bradley. He scared me. But the concept of being paired up with either Patrick or Zachary scared me more.

What will it be? Lasagna or Spaguetti?

PS: Someone kill that mechanical fly...

Cleansing

I want to bathe in the Dead Sea. The water has healing properties that are so good, some German doctors actually prescribe Dead Sea baths as medicinal treatment. Do I have an ailment? No. I'm just very confused. And I think anything that's good for the body is also good for the soul.

I can't go there right now, so I baked some Dead Sea salt caramel cupcakes.

Blue Ball Cupcake

Yes! It worked! The tension is already starting to dissipate for me! Soon I won't be attracted at all! Hopefully! That is what I'm aiming for! If it fails then at the very least it will be very mild and easier to replace. Due to that, I celebrate!

Yes... I actively celebrate my sexual journeys. If I don't acknowledge all of my sexual feelings I become repressed and can't cook, or the food starts tasting different. I don't work well without my sexuality under control.

And lately... it has definitely misbehaved! The shame is so large that I think I might try a girl for a while. After considering these factors, I tried to think of William.

Never mind. Still too scary.

Mood

I'm in the mood...

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... for a vacation you perverts!

William

Who are you? Who do you work for?

For some reason you're as cool as a snowman. I don't trust snowmen, they might come alive at night and scare your children. You certainly scare me.

Temper

Temper tantrums. I have many. They make me see white spots. I am luckily over mine. And it feels good to release that burden. Now I have another burden, but it's far easier to handle things when you know what they are, even if you can't explain how they came about. It goes against my reason and my moral and my ethics, and therefore is unjustified and ludicrous. But I accept that as humans, we can't control genetics. And sometimes, sex wins.

So I'll allow the entertainment of this tomfoolery, indulge in it for a while and then let it go. Isn't that how it's done? I would say that if my sister heard me she would judge me, but didn't she also succumb to a guilty pleasure at the expense of her morale. Tsk tsk. We're all playing the fools.

Royal

A royal cupcake for the power of the crown!

A Break

When I break up, I always head for the ice cream. I heard Anthony heads to the hotels. Well, I'm sending him this little package to his room. I really love that boy. He's seriously one of the most gorgeous men on the planet. I'm not sure most women are designed to function properly when he's around. And it would be very difficult to talk to him, if he wasn't such a sweetheart.

I find it very hard to see Anthony hurt. I'm probably a little too protective of him. Three cupcake ice-creams may not satisfy a 6'5" mountain of a man, but it will have to hold until I can fix him my traditional lasagna.

Winning

I forgive her.... albeit slightly, and mostly due to my compassion for her predicament. But I don't forgive him. And I honestly don't wish him any luck, happiness or success. He got himself the object of his unhealthy obsession. But at what cost? Can that truly be called a victory? If at the end of the day all you care about is whether or not you win, whether or not the prize is yours and whether or not the start of your fantasy is a happy one, then what you need is a cheerleader. Preferably a blow-up one.

She's heartbroken, wretched and sad. And he's bummed that he can't just celebrate.

Boo-hoo. What a winner.

Missing

Today I've been missing Belle Marie's presence. For some reason her comments on random situations are what I've become accustomed to, even if I didn't know her that long. I decided to send her this box. Hopefully she'll like it.

My sisters are now in London, and they're just locking on to targets. If I wasn't weak with love for my sisters I'd shoot them. But amen, I can't stop loving them to pieces. Even if I have very strong opinions about how they go about their business. You have to respect girls who go for what they want, especially in a group of people where what's missing is just that.

True Blood

I've decided to start watching it again. I'm rooting for Eric Northman. And this bloody cupcake is my tribute to a series that's not afraid to show us its fangs.

Sweet Things

The way things are going. Definitely not my problem. I'm not going to pay attention to it anymore, so I've decided to focus on something else and invited my sisters to London. Tonight, dinner with Aria, Daniella, Eleonora, and Fiona. I've sent an invite to Carlotta, and I'm preparing the mojitos.

It's Girl's Night, so cupcake on a stick seems appropriate. Why? Because in this world, sweet things usually get stabbed behind with something sharp. At least in my allegory, we get to enjoy it.

Indulgence

This I made for me. I need something soft and buttery and comforting. And because I feel like having a tropical escape, this mini-cake has a delicious coco-nutty interior. Like me and my sisters, it doesn't look like it at first glance, but all that elegance and poise conceals a wildly exotic personality.

I like it when desserts fool you and tickle your palate. I like it almost as much as meeting someone who is equally misleading.

Giving a Hoot!

I've decided to stop being judgmental and start over with everyone. Clearly I have a tendency to jump ahead of myself and classify too quickly. Erase and rewind! I'll even stop being so mean to Zachary.

Thank you Anthony. You really helped me understand the situation.

I heard he might've left to New York, so if anybody sees Patrick, please tell him I'm truly sorry...