i tried to bake a beautiful cake for my smith's-loving friend and former roommate, beth. i used my best cursive icing-writing to emblazon a more birthday appropriate version of some famous smith's lyrics - "heaven knows beth's 22 now." i was pretty proud. and then the cake collapsed and split into three like some biblical wreck. we stuck knives through it to stabilize it and screamed a lot (to stabilize it? not sure what the thought process was there. it just seemed to productive to scream at the time.) yet by the time beth saw it, she was proficiently inebriated and appreciated it all the same. things have a way of working out.
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