January 2012
December 2011
I’ve been up forever. I have less than forty five minutes until I need to leave for class. Last fucking chocolate and sugar class. I hope. I really hope I pass, because I’m so done with that shit. It’s sticky, it makes me ill to smell it for ten hours a day, and it irritates me. Why did I want to be a pastry chef? WHY?! Oh wait, it’s because I FUCKING LOVE BAKING! And I...
