I love baking, more for the aesthetic appeal. It’s become my newest obsession. I’m lonely in my giant apartment, I bake and I drink and I vomit and I’m done. I’m going to start to write and attempt to redirect my crazies into obsessing over my words, rather than my weight and destroying my organs. Ohh..and helping my fucking bank account while I’m at it. Bulimia is expensive. As is alcoholism.
So, poor readers, I will edit this if/when I get any followers, because this is a half-assed attempt at describing myself, my life, my bullshit. All in time, I guess. OOH. I promise to try NOT to be as self involved as I am. Call me out if I get too ridiculous.