I’m determined to have a croquembouche on my 16th birthday even though it’s traditionally a French wedding cake :) They’ve been featured on Masterchef twice; the latter was tonight but i missed it! I was too busy printing photos of formal hair -> FORMAL IS TOMORROW!!!

I want to commit the sin of gluttony without mentally repenting afterwards.

I want to eat vanilla cupcakes with buttermilk frosting & piping hot apple and cinnamon muffins.

I’m dying to stuff my face with tiny teddies and apple pie.

but I know I’ll be regretfull.

I hate regret more than anything.

Sometimes I look into my dogs eyes and I want to cry. Her eyes are so gorgeous. They’re a deep brown & are so so so so amazingly shiny.

I feel guilty.

I regret not spending more time with her.

I hope I don’t have the same regrets in another 6 years.

She’s still a baby. There’s still time.

But what am I going to do with myself when she’s gone?

I think I’ll lose myself.