everything sux

i looked at the wrong measuring spoon and used 3 tablespoons of baking powder instead of 3 teaspoons. the cupcakes turned out bitter in a weird way that made our tongues sort of tingle and i am so bummed. 12 cupcakes in the compost and a whole bunch of cream cheese frosting with nowhere to go. the Boy says its ok, but i know he's dying inside. i have a newfound respect for betty crocker.

cupcakes!

that's right, i'm making cupcakes. from scratch. without liners. i'm a dangerous lady. i deserve cupcakes. i gave notice at the job that has been eating my soul for the last three weeks, and though that may not seem like a long time, it was a very, very long time. it was more money than i've ever made in my life and for the entire 3 weeks i forgot who i was. i didn't have enough time to eat, let alone bake or knit or ride my bike or skateboard or take a walk holding hands with my boyfriend. and while some people might think that i have my priorities wrong, i know that i now have them very right.