Things that I hate about the days to follow up my birthday. Cake. So much cake. It’s like why am I bothering with going to the gym if I’m gonna be getting three fucking Cakes. Balloons, My living room is full of balloons. Back to cakes I get back from work and the first thing I see in the fridge is cake Guess who’s going to have cake for lunch instead of their actual meal. Me. Am I gonna hate myself for it later. Most likely. For now let’s enjoy the cake
















