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So after hours and days of begging and pleading I have decided to post a rant. Apparently it is important that I blab on and on for the sake of the blog title.

How does a cake match your freaking personality? I am watching some stupid wedding cake show (I wonder who is in charge of the remote control) and some dumb couple is wringing their hands and pulling out their hair trying to decide which layered cake best encompasses who they are. Are you kidding me? First of all, who gives a crap. Second of all how in the hell are you turning this into a one hour show designed to sell me something? Please. Can we please turn the channel? Come on. Guess what people, there is no cake that completes you. You will both be dumb and ugly even with your 10 layer wedding cake with the blueberry truffles. Oh by the way, you suck too. Want to know which cake completes me? Jello cake. The end. Show over. Now be a good capitalist and go buy something.

Speaking of non-capitalists, I was listening to a version of Stand by Me that was recorded by John Lennon and I was thinking how cool it would have bee to hang out with that dude. I bet it would have been sweet. Probably a lot sweeter than watching this freaking refuse that they call television. If I wasn't so lazy I would be doing something different.

Late.


PS. This blog was censored by one Collette. My first amendment rights have be compromised. Kjemp imot.