Cake Again

The past few weeks cake and all the wonderful ingredients of cake has filled my life sweetly.  It seems since I've been apart from my boyfriend since moving out of our apartment and into another state I've been eating a lot of cake.  Cake at weddings, leftover cake from mom and dads business parties, birthday cakes, and cake people wrap up left over from parties for you to take home cake.

I can smell the sweet stink of cake on my fingers when I wake up in the morning from eating a pice a cake at night.  I can taste it before even putting it in my mouth the next morning as it sits chilled in my parents refridgerator. I can feel the stickiness between my fingers when I touch my phone dial.  I can wash my hands with soap and the cakes fleshy and moist body is still on my finger tips.  Sometimes I gently say no to my self from the sweet aluring sound of the cake or its attractive image in the box it comes in or the tupperware its smashed in and I think I need to rescue it from suffocating.

Lately, since I haven't been working full time, and my part time job is serving in banquet halls weddings, and showers, I've managed to pick up German chocolate cake, white cake, little cheese cakes, strawberry cake with little red pieces of strawberry fruit and my boyfriend and I have never fought this hard before not even over the opposite sex1?!?

There was large slices of carrot cake at home last week and I just assumed it was from my mothers work party and I couldn't hear the words that were coming out of her mouth to tell me where the cake came from nor can I recall today.  I modeled the carrot cake slice for my facebook friends and still can feel the soft and tenderness of its moist yet fluffy and airy body filled with a light cream middle.

Just now I had to break out into laughter at just how completely insane cake has been such a large part of my month.  I thought maybe it was from the turn of my boyfriend and my relationship to a long distance one.  Or could it be because of the sugar rush it fills me with while I rebel against the gym that is in the city far from my little suburb home.  In fact just now I had a piece of a donut from the counter by the stove after a real arguement with mom about why there has been so much cake and frosting around.   It was a nasty arguement that ending ugly with one of us saying the Jim Carrey comic phrase from one of his movies, "Now don't you go dying on me now!!"  to some little old lady in a wheel chair.  And then " I promise I won't go dying on you either."  Just truly for a brutal truth of how much care can take a toll on us.  The END