It’s a bird, it’s a plane- no, it’s pie!!
When the going gets tough, the tough make pie. Confucious hasn’t said it, but the wisdom behind it is profound. Pie is happiness within a 9 inch pan- it is the easiest cure to a broken heart and firm assurance that God (if nobody else) still loves you.
And boy, did I nail this pie.
If I fail as a designer- which by the way is quite likely considering I hate floral prints (though they are, for some reason, the only sort I buy…is there some deep, spiritual meaning behind this?) I shall open a bakery. And sell pie. And eat pie. All day. Every day. And be happy. And fat. And happy. Ha!
I have been trying, for the past ten minutes, to upload a picture of the pie onto this post. I HATE wordpress! WHY is it so bloody complicated???Why can’t it give me step by step instructions like blogger did? Blogger understood me…we connected, you know?
But I broke it off. I suck. I should have stayed on, helped it through it’s issues…instead of jumping ship at the first speed bump (too completely separate mediums of travel I know- stop with the technicalities)
The scroll bar on wordpress doesn’t work either.
Nothing works but pie…
Empty heart, the devil’s play pen. I miss the exhaustion and hopeless monotony of university. I miss having so much more to think about. I hate being stuck on one thought alone.
If you’re reading this, what right do you have to make me miserable?