SPRING!!!

duders!
today is THE day.
the equinox.
the boomfire hot fire equidistant day and nightly half and half quarter.
yuuuuuuup.
it's spring.
like, right now.
and that's expert.
it is.
because winter is a real bastard-A* sunovab!tch,
and now it's time for getting all rebirthy an' that.
also,
today is my ma's berfday.
so,
happy berfday, ma!
i made something special to celebrate the dual funtime importance of
this 12/12 split-shift cosmic parallax ley-line convergence resurgence.
of course i did, y'know?
because that's what i do,
and i doo-doo what i do whenever the need arises,
which just happens to happen a whole lot in the month of march.
word up.
i guess you should probably just check the teleport, neighbors:

wooooooooooohooooooo.
lemon on lemon on lemon!
i got some custom lemony lemon cupcakes,
with the mandatory mass quantities of zest and oil and extract and juice,
and i loaded them down with lemon frosting,
in replendent two-tone-type tonal togetherness,
and when the big ol' whipped soft goobieblop on top set itself up for excellence,
i activated it a little bitty baby bit more
with a quick and easy lemon shortbread flower accent.
guys,
that's a whole lot of cakey hottness for the spring break in the storm, if you feel me-
but,
too much is the right amount,
so i HAD to take it to eleven
and fire 'em up with some dark and light sunshiny yellow sugar sprankles.
that's no joke.
expert vegan treats for your face;
that's what i've got.
happy berfday wishes;
that's what i'm making.
big hot fires;
that's the plan for this evening.
ceremonies and occasions and celebrations and commemorative action.
i participate in what's poppin',
and i don't take it easy, ever.
*
also,
when i'm up crazy early with werewolfen pregame berserker fury,
and crabtree's ancestral canine lycanthropic DNA has got his blood up as well,
which in turn makes it damned certain neither of us is getting any rest,
i have to do something,
and it can't require complete concentration,
since the terrorist terrier is sure to undermine any attempts at undistracted focus.
what do i do when i've got a little less sleep than usual?
i make the deluxe-prep homeboyfries for breakfast.
mmmhmmm.
check-the halfway-point-type teleport:

mini cubies of red-skin white flesh and double-yellow 'tatoes,
oven F*ing roasted for a while,
to get 'em soft, but also crispy,
and also to seal in any nutrients that a parboil might would've washed away.
ha.
by the time it's time for minced sweet onion, g.p.o.p., black peps, and paprika,
those 'tatoes are already elite,
and we're just adding excess fire to the four-alarm blazing rage-fueled inferno.
actually,
once i had the whole shootin' match in the bag,
i even blitzed those baby-b!tches with a zippin' dose of cayenne.
uh-huh.
i mean, it's spring, man.
let's spice it up a little.
yeah!
-
it's not that warm,
it's not that bright,
and it's not that easy, for a sunday-
in fact, all told. despite today being the big day,
it's still just as much hard style as it is smooth sailing.
the blue light of the blossoming moon is surely going to be the spark
that starts the powderkegs bursting,
and by tomorrow,
a barbarian blowout is all that there's gonna be available to us.
i'm ready.
i'm willing.
i'm able;
it's all really happening,
and i'm starched up, and sugar-high in anticipation of the day's events;
never quiet, never soft.....