I don’t care what kind of workout regimen I’m on, I never say no to cake. But a cookie cake? If cookie cake were a man, I’d marry it.
Celebrating (a generous term) my 25th birthday has left me feeling pretty despondent. Yesterday after scarfing down a plateful of crab legs and shrimp at a seafood restaurant, a light bulb went off - I know what would make me feel better and it doesn’t come in a bottle of a pill, it comes in the shape of a shopping mall.
There’s nothing like a little shopping spree to soothe the soul.
I'm MC, a twenty-something 
