When I move back to America I want to either learn how to play the organ or the accordion. My grandmother back home owns both and I am signing up to inherit either one or the other.
I got the highest grade in my cake decoration class today. I deserved it, mine was better then the others. I made all of the kids aware of this fact, multiple times, verbally and then visually. I’m not going to even try to be humble about it, perfection is what it is.
A shout out to my lovely pony, Chung, for translating a paper for me for my Economics class. She somehow managed to not only translate my words from english to german flawlessly, but also was able to conserve the humor and wit in my words. Good work, Chung.
I am in a bit of an odd funk, Readers. I don’t know what to tell you, I am itching to disappear and hibernate without notice. To just fuck off for a few. Walk away from all the responsibility, the bitches and ho’s, monotony and emptiness of The Grind. To stick it to The Man. Something, just something.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
My Monkey Is A Winner
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4 comments:
God damn that's a fine lookin' monkey. (Those words will never be spoken by me ever again. Ever.)
But clearly. . . that monkey is up to something. I must know the rest of the story.
Your monkey rules!! Although I have to agree with James -- looks like monkey is up to some mischief . . . and I give you props for being able to convey that in marzipan.
Seriously, WOW. I look at your stuff and I can't believe you're the one that made it. I mean, I know you have the talent, of course, but it's just as good, even better, than the stuff you see in Swiss confectionary window displays. I'm so damn proud of you, sister.
i like the monkey cake...what does banane mean?
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