Art vs. Pastry.

I am excessively happy that I didn't crap out on this baking course. It is quite possibly the best thing that has happened to me in a very long time.

It is what art never could be for me.

I never had that stupid and sickening flare of an art fag that everyone seemed to think I had. I was good at faking the motions of a verve and I'm sure I still am, even though I absolutely despise the entire entity of the, "art world" - whatever that may be.
There is no stability with creating, not in the pen on paper sense anyway. I could never be that over-the-top, addiction crazed maniac that lit canvases on fire and ran down the hallway naked, claiming that this was the next revolutionary movement of the times. I just wanted to draw shit. You have to be really fucking good to draw shit and now, even if you are really fucking good at drawing shit, there's someone sitting behind a computer who's better at it.

The cunts.

So the stability craps out. And so does the payroll.

But now I get to pipe different letters onto cakes and be my anal self with leveling flour and presentation. It's like a gift from god. And the best bit is that, if I absolutely hate the finished product, it gets eaten and then I never have to see it again.

Excellent.

Finally Anna, you found the guts to do something worth doing.