It was someone’s birthday at work today (it is ALWAYS someone’s birthday at work) (I am so sick of cake) (seriously, if you like cake I’ll start saving pieces in Tupperware and just send them to you). And after I ate all the actual cake bits, I started mushing the icing up as it was this really satisfying colour of purple (and also I’ve never really gotten over that part of childhood where you feel the need to destroy things).
The icing smelled insanely strongly of sugar and vanilla and I instantly remembered how when I was like, 12 I had this lip gloss that smelled (and tasted!) exactly like vanilla frosting. And for years I would be putting it on in the car and my parents would go, “It smells like we’re driving past a bakery!” and I would think they were just teasing me, and then eventually, just making the same stupid joke over and over as parents do. But then years after this my mom asked to borrow some lip stuff and was like, “What IS this stuff? It smells like a bakery!” and I realized they actually had no idea it was me making the car smell delicious all those other times.
Also I realized I might be a bit sugar high as I just typed all of that within about 30 seconds and the only typo I made was spelling “childhood” as “childhoof”. TOO MUCH CAKE YOU GUYS.