the catch.

cookies.
cakes.
pies.
muffins.
tarts.
pastries.
breads.
.....yeah.
i'm reppin' all the treats, all the time,
but,
there's a catch.
days and days and days of treats on treats on treats on treats,
and then sometimes,
i can't think of anything to make.
*gasp*
baker's block.
is that a thing?
it might be.
oh, for sure, neighbors.
there are long stretches where i can't NOT have molto molto ideas,
and then, in a flash, all of a sudden........nothing.
and i don't wanna just mine the archives for some previous hottness.
i mean it.
so, instead, i'm sittin' here.
and i'm wishing i had a set of silicone dinosaur molds
to make a batch of triceratops-shaped chili chocolates.
that's the truth,
because how cute would little dino-choxxx be in the frosting of some cupcakes?
alas,
i'm coming up short on that sh!t,
so it's more lament than advent.
huh?
no,
i'm not just sitting here.
i'm also carving little lines of cork out of my block-rockin' albie rock block print.
yeah.
there are ribbons of beige block everywhere.
i make messes, and i make mistakes, and i make moves,
and usually, they all show up simultaneously,
that's sort of my thing.
being expert and effective and effulgent in my effluvial enterprises.
y'know?
c'mon.
i get rad when i doo-doo my freaky sh!t.
haha.
yep.
***********
aaaaargh.
i couldn't stand it.
check the teleport:

yup.
i left my computer for a bit,
wondering aloud and wandering around,
and before too long,
i found myself back in the kitchen above a bowl of brown sugar and butteryness.
word up.
i got activated, and i got interested,
and then i blasted up a batch of battery barbarian cookie monstrousness.
yeah.
hahahaha.
i mean,
c'mon.
i'm NOT an A*hole in real life,
i just portray one for most of the day.
cookies are happening,
and i feel better about this morning already as a result;
never quiet, never soft.....