why yes. i would like to bake you something.

I like to bake. A lot. Unfortunately, baking a lot is not good for the waist-line, so I have to find reasons, occasions, and people upon which to bestow my baked goods. Otherwise, I end up with a freezer-full of cookie dough to which I am continuously drawn, spoon in hand.  Cinnamon-Chip Pecan Cookies, Coconut Pound Cakes, homemade loaves of bread, Yukon Gold Cinnamon Rolls, and snowstorms of powdered sugar cloud my dreams in a symphony of sweet calories. So, I interpreted my dreams to mean that I'm going to one day open a bakery. A bakery like the one in the movie Stranger than Fiction, where I bake all day long and give free muffins to the homeless. 

A bakery like this. Except no one is yelling and everyone is smiling and laughing.

Oh, and I have a sleeve tattoo.

I love sleeve tattoos. And all tattoos, for that matter.

As the caption of the picture implies, I love sleeve tattoos.  If I weren't such an impulsive person and if I didn't know that my mother would slaughter me, I would get one. Unfortunately, I know that if I did get one, I'd probably get something really stupid that I would regret immediately and then be stuck with for the rest of my life. Like a bunny jumping on clouds or something. Sure that sounds cool at the time, but do I want to be known as that girl with the bunny tattoo? I mean, tattoos are forever. That's a long time to have something stupid drawn on your arm. Take this guy, for example:

He must have been on something when he got this.

Yes, he tattooed The Human Centipede on his feet. I wonder how long it took for him to regret that decision. I'm gonna guess it was seconds. If you've never heard of The Human Centipede, watch a summary of it here so you can appreciate the mistake this fellow made. Anyway, though I would never get a tattoo that is as hideous as this guy's, I will probably still never get a tattoo. Oh well. I'm going to go make some Snickerdoodle Blondies instead.