Friday, March 12, 2010


was my last day of class.

(Brooke made these t-shirts.  Aren't they cute?)

I made these.

Everyone loved them.  I was thrilled.  When someone eats something I make, it's as if they are taking a piece of my soul, my self, my chi, if you will.  And if they like it, they like me.  Transitive property.  Or something.  I'm not exactly a math person.

Dear class, thank you for eating my soul-cookies.

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