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I had another birthday this year. And that birthday had Champagne Cake. And everything was right in the world again, if only for a moment. Until next year…
Abraham Lincoln
Bad to the bone. I hate those kind of people.
Try to eliminate something from your life and see how quickly it becomes the most essential thing of your being. Seriously, try it. Get back to me on that.
I just decided that I never want to have another birthday without cake. I can do without presents and balloons. Hats, cards, even the song, but a birthday just isn’t a birthday to me without a cake. And as long as I’m making my own rules here, let there be candles, too. One’s enough. The entire cake doesn’t have to be on fire; I just want at least 1 candle to blow out. To make a wish that’s not bound by the covenants of anything but a pure and spontaneous thought that can be created on the inhale and released out into the world with a simple exhale. I stopped eating wheat a couple of years ago and thereby, inadvertently, gave up birthday cake. It was two years before I realized the true error in my logic and reinstated the cake back into my life. It was a good decision. I might feel like crap for a little while, but the doing part is all goodness. You might not be able to remember what you got for your birthday, but you’ll always remember the cake. And it doesn’t stop there. Ask any bride to tell you about her wedding cake and be prepared, if you do. She’ll be able to recount every last detail about it, including how it tasted a year later. Good things are always celebrated with cake. At least that’s how I remember it. But I take back what I said about the song.
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