Dear Cake Binge,

I don't think you're hearing me correctly. And I don't know why, because "A" and "O" sound nothing alike.

Still awake anyway, only now it's from Sugar, The Other White Death.

Tomorrow, a renewed devotion to the twin causes of good ass-pantery and overall Naomi Campbellism (that's Naomes minus the community service, but plus the shithot wardrobe and the ability to get paid for turning one's lowest misfortune into a glossy fashion magazine spread - and who among us wouldn't?),

xo
RG