Cakies 83

In between being utterly depressed, pissing blood, eating medication by the box fulls, crying in a corner, rolling around clutching my organs in agony, noticing that my HAIR IS FALLING OUT, staring out my window at the rain and silently weeping to myself in public places...I make cakes 83

I make a lot of cakes really, for friends, family and customers who sort of get to know me through other peoples parties. The word of mouth deal. 'You made a Triceratops cake for my friends sons b-day, can you make my son one with a T-rex?'

Usually I get asked to make small kids birthday cakes, my mum and dad are usually the one to bake the sponge bases (as I am not confident yet with my own recipes) or I buy a base up front, then I buy like FOUR POUNDS OF ICING and top it with whatever they asked for. It is often 'Dinosaurs' or 'Football' or 'space ships' for boys. For girls I get the whole fairy, pink as fuck, flowers, butterflies deal. I am yet to get a girl wanting a unicorn cake. BUT ONE DAY. ONNNEE DAY

*gives them a cake with Daricorn on it with a HUGEEEEE COCK* HAHAHHA NO . No srsly when some one asks for a unicorn cake, I will go TO TOWN with it, and make it the best MOST AMAZING UNICORN CAKE THA--[link] oh.

well fuck I will still make it PRETTY AWESOME. >:I

These are small bun cakes, made for the queens blabalahabalah ENGLANNNNDDDD snort. I remembered to get a photo of SOME of these because I made like a shit ton of boxes :/ This is just one of them. BUHUHUH *cry coz she couldnt eat any* My mum got me this job, its for a ... hall party or something. I duno. Durp.

whatever. *flies away, but drops out of sky and vomits and pisses blood over everything*