Cake For Breakfast
This past Saturday was my roommate's birthday, AKA HELLA cake breakfast Sundays! I know some of you are like EW WTF right now, but let me explain. Cake is totally an acceptable breakfast option- just ask any Asian parent. That's probably the secret to why they never age. Besides, where do you think the British got the idea of having morning tea with pastries? Some hipster probably made it mainstream by eating last night's leftover desserts. But this post isn't about the history of cake for breakfast. It is about the high and the jolt of energy you get for about 2 hours and what I did with this feeling of invincibility.
Sunday Morning: I woke up, got a latte, and came back home to eat what was left of the chocolate cake. As the fluffy cream touched my lips, I knew this was going to be a good day. I had a list of errands, one of which included returning an un-returnable item. But now that I've had cake for breakfast, I was ready to put on my "Let me speak to your manager" face. I sipped some coffee and took another bite. I was feeling FANTASTIC at this point- on a sugar high and feeling practically invincible.
And guess what I did with this fantastic energy. Absolutely freaken nothing. It's like doing cocaine at your grandma's house. What a waste, RIGHT! (Kidding on the cocaine...) Out of all things, I somehow wasted my time googling "Do peanuts grow on trees." And before I knew it, I was down the rabbit hole reading an article about the intense diarrhea chihuahuas get after licking peanut butter #FAIL. Who knows, maybe that question will be on Jeopardy one day.