On my gradual quest to stop being all mopey, I've baked a cake. Why? Boredom. I'm at the point in the heartbreak cycle where you just do random shit so that you're to busy to think about anything else. So I made a tasty little Mocha Kahlua Cake with a Bailey's Irish Cream Glaze. My younger had a piece, and proceeded to flirt with a poster, try to pick a fight with another poster, then collapsed in a drunken heap.
In case you're wondering, yes, I bake all the time. It's my hobby, and it keeps my chakras aligned. I found a recipe at Joy The Baker, and proceeded to tweak it as I saw fit. It turned out pretty well, but the way she described it, if I don't shit rainbows for at least three days, I will be disappointed. The basic changes involved switching rum with kahlua, and just making a glaze using bailey's instead of more rum.
On a side note, you see the puppy up in the header? Her name is Kahlua. Yes, we named our dog after a liquer. What can I say? We're Irish. And no, Sarina, I will not be making any pies in the near future. Anyways, here's a little pic of it.