Saturday, March 22, 2008

what do me and paris hilton have in common?

Criminal records? Rich fathers? Racy home-made videos posted online?

No, no, no. According to People magazine (or something), it's cupcakes. According to my sources, she only eats celery and Bacardi, no cupcakes. But, hey.

Sprinkles cupcakes are made with special vanilla from Madagascar, and they also use a whole mess of sustainable crap in their business practices. There's one in Beverly Hills, one somewhere in Arizona, and you guessed it: one in Dallas. Of course. If there is anywhere that isn't Beverly Hills but would like people to think it is, that's Dallas. Fine by me, though. People smell like Chanel, and I really like that since I can't afford my own. And the cupcakes are good.

Although red velvet is undoubtedly the best because of it's simple indescribable mmmmness, I like to branch out. Yesterday, I had the strawberry, and so did B. When we opened the box, we had to ask ourselves if we wondered into the wrong place. You know, er, a place of the novelty sort.
Stop thinking that.

2 comments:

  1. Anonymous8:22 PM

    those cupcakes remind me of the pillow you and N found on Etsy -- but the cupcakes probably taste better than the pillow!

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  2. Somebody recently told me that the only reason cupcakes are so hip right now is that they make us yearn for the lost days of our youth.

    I had to very calmly inform this person that that couldn't possibly be true. Cupcakes are, quite simply, the most unbelievably awesome thing on the face of the planet. They are all the goodness and deliciousness and fabulocity of cake, but contained in a small, hand-held package.

    There ain't nothin' better, and I'm sticking to that.

    (P.S. I'm glad you're writing more. I miss you when you don't!)

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