Happy cakes...happy cakes...ah, happy cakes....
Everyone loves happy cakes! I think any cake really. I have never seen a cake that wasn’t happy. Or didn’t make someone happy (unless it’s fruit cake…eeeh). If I could perfect one thing (besides drawing and painting) it would be baking and decorating cakes. I think that would be a fun job. Especially at one of those specialty cake shops where you can really let the creative juices fly. But as it is, I’m stuck at a lousy job being less and less creative. It’s pretty much boring. Oh my gosh, it’s boring. All I can think are crappy thoughts while I’m at work. But…I am working on the less crappy thoughts. So I try to interact with my surroundings or jot down little drawing ideas that pop in my head, code mush stuff instead of the lame stuff. But I noticed yesterday as I was working on paperwork, everyone was congregating in the break room. And you know what they were congregating around? CAKE. a really large, colorful, someone-really-took-their-time-on cake. It was HUGE. And everyone who would walk by the break room had to stop and get them a slice of cake. Even if they were busy, had 5 minutes left on their shift, even the managers couldn’t help themselves. They were getting them a slice of cake before it was all gone.
And that’s not why I was thinking of happy cakes.
Just earlier that morning, I was writing in my journal. I was trying to shake the Monday blues, so I started drawing cakes. Trying to cheer myself up and not write something that was going to throw me in a panic and make me dwell on it all day. But I can deal with dwelling on cakes.
I just thought that was a funny coincidence.
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