Slut Muffin
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Slut Muffin
Ridiculously sinful cupcakes, Beautifully decorated cupcakes that taste even better.
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Pickup Address - 37 Highland Street, Winchendon MA 01475.
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We keep our delivery prices minimal, please inquire about your area. Provide as much information about your request as possible such as quantity, flavor(s), design, delivery area and date of event. One weeks notice or more is appreciated but please reach out to me because most times I can make an exception. The minimum order for each flavor is 12.
37 Highland Street Winchendon, MA Facebook.com/RidiculouslySinfulCupcakes
Mon-Friday 10 am – 7 pm. Saturdays 8 a.m. – 12 p.m. Sundays 8 a.m. – 12 p.m.
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Welcome to The-Slut-Muffin-Club. Do you call you're friends Slut-Muffins? Or call your characters that? Or anyone's characters tha- *shot* Okay. Enough with the crappy intro.
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Update(6/4/07): NikixSasuke: As you see I have gotten the ID up, and the official Slut Muffin picture. :P I showed Slut-Muf
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can i join?!!?!?! I just uploaded a picture of a slut muffin!!
i don't see a place to send a note so do you mind if i join this way?
omg so wierd slut muffin has been my word for like ever
Read ThE journal entries. -admin 1-
Lol slut muffin! nice name for a muffin
Due to recent events and the realization that people actually read this thing, I will go back to writing in my journal by hand. This, quite frankly, isn't worth the hassle. So, no more entries from me. Bye kids.
Marcy
I have been listening to far too much Chuck Coleman lately, as you can see by the title.
I don't know if my overwhelming amount of pessimism is a result of my being sick, but quite frankly, everything sucks right now. I'm sick of school and sick of the way things are going. My friends go out, I sit and do my work. Girls get boyfriends, I hook up with random guys (dear god i hope my brother doesn't read this). And while I joke around about the joy of getting "random play", you only end up every guy's stupid fucking pop song, and damn it, I won't be that anymore. I used to always be the classy girl, and while that sucked, at least I was the one guys wanted to get to know. That's not the case when you're a flightly pop song, a random almost fling, a worthless thing...ok I have to stop using the Chuck Coleman lyrics but they all seem to be the story of my life. From now on, all those damn player guys can kiss this girl goodbye. The next guy I let in better be damn worth it, and prove it. I don't put up with any shit anymore. I put up with too much shit in the summer from that ass hole who tried to make me his summer conquest. And I'm happy to say he failed.
The first guy I was interested in here really had some potential. Too bad he turned out to be an ass hole and he listened to his stupid friends. It's always a red flag when a guy never IMs you first, though. I should have known that...and Claire said his "handshake was weak" which she takes as a clear sign of his inferiority, haha. The rest of the guys I've met here, well, they just don't give a shit about me, they find someone prettier and better the next night they're drunk. I've also come to learn that always being drunk is just a way of hiding who you really are to people because you're afraid to be real with them under any normal circumstance.
Perhaps I should become a nun. yes. At least i haven't gone back to my old way of dealing with problems in high school. But the school year is still young.
Fuck this shit. I wish I could go get drunk.
Marcy
So it's two AM and technically i should be in bed after this emotionally and physically exhausting day, but I felt a sudden need to let things out. I figure no one reads this blog anyway, so why the hell not.
I am torn between hating school and loving school, between my high school self and my college self. There are so many things I wanted tobe when I came to college and I am none of them. I'm not who I was in high school, but I'm certainly not what I'd hoped to be. I've always wanted to be that girl that everyone says is "so nice" and they can never think of anything bad to say. I wanted to be always optimistic, never uspet or stressed, always willing to get the job done but still have fun. Yeah well that's all gone to hell. I am still as easily stressed out as ever and still have no better method of dealing with it then regressing and being angry with myself. I wanted to be the cool girl, but I'm still the loser her sits in her room and studies. One thing i did do right - I got myself involved in school as much as I could, doing ASG and WNUR religiously. Yet, these things don't get nearly as much time from me as I think they deserve. i feel as if I am just there to be there, and all I'm thinking about is when i can go back and get my homework done. Always, always, there is the fear of grades and tests and parents. Always there is the fear of what I'll do to myself when I fail at my expectations. And when I do fail, I can't seem to fix them correctly or in a healthy way, so that it as if I am a failure at being a failure. I just can't win.
It's like my friend once wrote in our creative writing class, "I am who I am, but who am I?" Can I ever be this person I want to be or am i destined to be a bitter perfectionist stuffed up in my room for the rest of my life? It seems like you can't be both. The key seems to lie in accepting my less than perfect grades, but then i just get angry that other people have them and i don't, when I know I could, at the sacrifice of my own sanity.
So all of these questions hang in the air as I go to sleep, and i know when I wake up tomorrow, I'll wish I never had to.
Marcy
Ever had one of those days when you are just really fucking confused?? So obviously, i have resorted to writing in my blog, which i still am fairly opposed to, because i can't tell the whole truth for fear of who is going to read it. oh well. I'm good at masking things. Sometimes.
Just let me say that this past weekend was one of the most fucked up I've ever had in my life, and probably the most time I've spent drunk. This is the complete opposite persona I held in high school, where i sat at home and studied and essentially experienced nothing. My friends warned me before i left, saying "you should never drink in college" due to my tendency to lose control and, one of my friends said, if I drank I'd probably fail out of college because I'm one of those kids who "needs to work hard." Ok, that kid was kind of an ass hole so I might discount that comment. My other friend said to me, "Marcy, either you're going to be one of those kids who studies alllll the time or a really huge slut. Probably the latter." (HAHAHA Oh Monica, I do love you. ) Others said they could see me as one of the girls who just goes really fucking crazy in college, and that they'd have to come down here and have an intervention for me.
So, at the moment, I am just very confused. On everything. And I met with my Medill Advisor this morning. When he asked how I was doing this quarter, I told him not so well. He asked what grades. I said an A and two B's. He looked at me like I was insane.
Ah, such is the story of my life.
I'm thinking of submitting that story to the Lit Magazine, the one in my first entry, so if you haven't given me any comments on it, please do.
Good night.
Marcy
Oh Marcy, when will you ever learn?????
That's all I have to say to myself today.
sigh.
tear.
Ok so i technically shouldn't be writing since i have so much to do, but I need a little time to vent. i know my last entry never showed up...I'm not sure why, but that's probably a good thing since i was really bitter through the entire entry. I am still surprised as to why I have jumped on the bandwagon with the whole blog thing, since I always thought who the fuck wants to read someone's reflections of their day to day actions? I know it's sad and pessimistic, but really, who CARES??? Ah well, i have turned to this for lack of better things to do and I have been unable to write in my handwritten journal...cause i'm lazy.
Anyway, I'm still sick. getting better though. I failed my Spanish quiz today cause I wasn't feeling well at all last night and couldn't seem to memorize our ONE HUNDRED vocab words. Clearly i made a mistake in taking intro to Spanish in college. She said we can drop our lowest grade though, so I'm not that concerned.
I've decided to go home this weekend, and was weirded out when I tried to call my parents. As I've told many of you, my parents moved last week into a new house in a new town after I left for college. I lived in Wheaton for 8 years, so this is kind of a shock. When i called tonight and the answering machine picked up, something hit me when I heard my mom's very familiar answering machine voice say the new number... "Hi you've reached 513-0561" and for a second i thought I'd dialed the wrong number. For years I became accoustomed to the whole "Hi! You've reached 630-653-0714..." I feel so out of place....like my dorm isn't home, and neither is this random place in St. Charles. There is no place i can go anymore that is familiar. As much as I'm dying to spend a weekend home in my own room, it's not really my room. I don't even know which room my parents gave me! Guess that will be a surprise. And i can never, ever, call this dorm home. Not until things gets better. I feel at home with my friends, yes, just not here.
Ok. I must do homework. I am so far behind.
Please leave comments on my vingette...or just IM them to me if you're too lazy to create a fake blog.
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