Celebration-By-Cupcakes

So today I celebrate a mini personal achievement. And no, I'm not telling you what it is. No, not even if you give me those puppy-dog eyes, and that cute, quivering, wobbly lip. If I tell you, you might get a clue into how truly retarded I am, and I like having you around at the level of retarded I've let you perceive me to be... Just sayin'...

When I decided to celebrate today, it took some time figuring out how exactly... I don't do alcohol well, if at all. I like to have big meals with friends all the time, and I've been singing and dancing my way through most of my days. I'm not sure how my wacky and wonderful (stop shaking your head at the 'wonderful' bit!) brain came to a stop on cupcakes... but it did... cupcakes are cute, and colourful, and small enough so that you don't feel guilty if you don't share, but big enough to split one between two. And you can carry them around and they come in cute little paper cups... seriously... what's not to like?

Then I thought I'd splurge on some of those famous Magnolia cupcakes, but well I don't know how many people I'm going to be celebrating with, and they are a tad pricey, and I am at the bottom of my financial barrel... plus I woke up on the stingy side of my bed this month, and I don't have to explain why I snubbed the Magnolias to you anyway! Stop judging me!

On top of it, it occurred to me that I haven't baked in several months because I've been a lazy mopey ass who seriously hasn't deserved half of the amazing that exists in my life, and also because I've been so exhausted (I work hard! Snort!), and very, very busy. And while I'm quite ok at making muffins, I haven't tried my hand at cupcakes yet... I've wanted to, though but been scared and well... lazy... I'm guessing (hoping!) the principle isn't too different, except cupcakes are daintier, and they have frosting!

So... today I'm going to make three kinds of cupcakes - Red Velvet, Lemon, and Vanilla with colourful sprinkles (I just have to buy the sprinkles), and celebrate with whoever is around... wish me luck, and if you're in the neighbourhood, come on over to my crib! (Yes I know am not hip enough to be using that lingo... but honestly you tell me... is anyone?)

Dream Thief

Arms stretched outward, protectively, she backed away. Her eyes were fierce, and her stance strong and ready to defend. She had always been warned of the dark... of shadows and inky nights. But no one told her about the dangers that lurked in the daytime... when beautiful blue skies did nothing to combat the evils of the light. She had learned the hard way, that reality often came in the most beautiful guise, and it seldom came at night.

She loved the night... mystical, magical full moons, and translucent apple-slice lunar wedges, the nocturnal sounds that were otherwise smothered by the bustle of the day, and the quiet, distant magnetism of the stars. She was a dreamer by definition, and by identity. She dreamed in symbiosis with the universe, and in ways few could understand or relate. She collected her dreams, and stored them with care. Others had riches of a different kind, but her wealth was the quantity and quality of her subconscious. They fueled her hope, and drove her passion, and truth be told... they were the reason she still lived. It was as simple, and as complicated as that.

But lately something strange and sinister had been happening. Something, or someone, had been chipping away at her most beautiful dreams, and her older ones - the ones that were less vivid, and slippery - had gone missing! She had come to realize that once dawn broke and she went through her usual daily routine her dreams became vulnerable, and victim to reality. She had slowly begun to lose the sparkle that her dreams lent her, and this had to stop. She was her dreams, and without them she wouldn't exist.

And so, today, she would fight the Dream Thief, and she would fight without fear and she would cry victory.

She had dreamed it so.