Sunday, June 28, 2009

I am NOT baked!

How the hell did Warren get my number? He called to call me Angel Food Cake!!!!!!!! Did he REALLY just do that???!?!?!
Well that conversation went nowhere fast. I hung up on him! His obsession with fine baked goods is ab. SURD! And too freaking much!

I think he wanted to ask me out. He sounded ... hopefull?
He had once mentioned a place on Stockton Street with dee-vine strawberry shortcake, with just oodles of whipped cream. And I think he said REAL whipped cream, but this was months ago at school, so it might have changed by now.
Unless it was in the Italian part on the other side of Broadway. Italians probably don't get gas from dairy.

Well, if he WANTS to go have a pastry, fine. As long as he remembers that there is a difference between me (flesh and blood, NOT PASTRY), and the thing that came out of the oven (flour, sugar, yeast, butter, salt - NOT A CHINESE GIRL). And he should talk like he understands the difference. For a change.
I shall not be a pie in public.


GRANT!PATEL! said...

A tasty roll. Filled with prawn curry.

---Grant Yoghurt

The back of the hill said...

You are obsessed with prawn curry.

Kolmi no patio?

Spiros said...

"Baked"? I didn't know nice, well-adjusted, Lowell-attending snookies indulged in cannabis. Live and learn.

GRANT!PATEL! said...

I shall not be the first to mention yumbuns. Far in fact be it from me to make so crude a statement. Aas I am an ecessively refined man, I shall not mention yumbuns at all, yumbuns.

---Grant Raspberrytarts

GRANT!PATEL! said...

Nor nice doughy skin hues. As this would not be decent. Pale and slightly golden. Like a fine baked pizza crust. Covered with gooey melting cheese and savoury smelling oh yes.

---Grant Latinlovers