"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin? -Mark Renton - Trainspotting"

I stumbled upon this while scanning through recipes on nibbledish… This picture somehow gave me a flashback to a movie I saw as a kid.

It was Matilda and It was the scene when this kid in Matilda’ class was caught eating M&Ms during class by Miss Trenchbull..think that’s her name.. and so cut to the kids being called to the auditorium. And there is this huge chocolate cake on the stage. The Kid is called up on stage and as punishment he has to finish the cake in one sitting in front of the whole school. Or else… So He was stuffing his face and there was chocolate cake everywhere. He was about to give up and then Matlida and the others cheered him on and he finished the cake. Miss Trunchbull was pissed that all the kids united to support him, and so as punishment kept the at school after hours…

It’s pretty funny…I mean memory when I say that. There are times when I cannot remember the smallest things but when I saw this picture, It triggers the most random thing.

By the way.. this looks soooo good …I am going to make this and watch the movie. For old times sake.

juliasegal:

I have never had guilt flavored cake before…

Being related to someone who is notorious for doing things last minute and also add to the mix that I am told to help every time I could relate to that cake’s message…I think there were numerous times I’ve felt like that…gosh I’m a jerk. But instead of ” It’s 10:30, I’m tired- Here’s your cake…” It would be : ” It’s 2am, I’ve just finished making 50 party favors and some of the food you have just consumed, as well as other detail oriented items that you may not notice, I’m really fucking tired-Here’s your cake” hahahaha…kinda long, right?…that’s why I usually stick with good ole’ Happy Birthday.

My friend’s little girl is the coolest one year old I’ve ever met. We trying to wean her off her “chupee”. She will not have it. Guess things like this takes time.

Since I’m on the subject of trying to wean kids off of things…

An incident happened a few weeks ago… and it is an example of someone who has yet to wean their kid off of something…

I was waiting at my usual bus stop. A lady was waiting as well. It was a nice day and the bus was late as usual. So we were sitting and then I guess her kid was hungry.. mind you he was running around..because he just lifted her shirt and started drinking. I kid you not!!!! And she acted like nothing was wrong. and I sat there slightly amazed and slightly disturbed. I think breastfeeding is a beautiful thing, but come on…should you still continue when you kid can walk up to you and start feeding itself.

but that’s my opinion… ultimately it is the parents job to decide what’s best for their child. Poor Kid.

"Narrator: When people think you’re dying, they listen— Marla Singer: —instead of waiting for their turn to speak.” -Fight Club"

"Narrator: When people think you’re dying, they listen—
Marla Singer: —instead of waiting for their turn to speak.”
-Fight Club"