Digging the D.C. Scene

Washington D.C. at night

Doodle On

Rose Without a Name

Showing my Gator Pride

Twinkle, Twinkle

Manga/Anime Style

Rina

Issun-bōshi: The Inch-High Samurai
popular Japanese fairy tale

Issun-bōshi: The Inch-High Samurai
Meets his friend, the Ant

Gohan from Dragon Ball Z

Goku from Dragon Ball Z
Gohan's Father

Chobits

Mulan meets Bleach:
The Dark Side

Raven from Teen Titans

When there's trouble, you know who to call

Teen Titans!

Baked Cakes Galore

Right now I am going through a cake phase, so to speak. I have recently been experimenting with food and food placement. The only issue is that I can never seem to find enough people to eat the cake afterwards. At least it is a yummy experiment. C'est la vie!

Rainbow Cake
My friend tried to help decorate this cake. I did not go out and buy six types of icing. I only bought one jar of white fluffy vanilla frosting and a box of food gel. I mixed the gels to get the colors you see in this cake. Made from double chocolate cake mix with white chocolate chips.

Rose Elegance

I did not make the sugar decorations but everything else was done by me.

Stay Cool

Strawberry Cake with Whipped Vanilla Frosting

Part of my summer theme cakes

Watermelon in the Summer

Double Layered Strawberry Cake with Whipped Vanilla Frosting and Apple Butter Center, Topped with Dark Chocolate Chip

Lovin’ Summer with All My Heart

Strawberry Cake with Whipped Vanilla Frosting, Topped with Chocolate Sprinkles

Poem: Serenity Freed

Even as I write this, I am trembling and screaming bloody murder internally.

I do not want to be in this situation anymore.

It is too pompous, pretentious, and disturbing.

I found the entire fake self-assurance droll as drowning in a sea of ennui.

How little we are, and how little we think of the world.

True, in its infinite state, we are nothing comparable to insignificant iotas.

But what they do not foolishly know and blatantly ignore in its glorious face,

is that the sum of the parts is indeed greater than the whole.

I fear it is too late for me, too desecrated for sanctuary,

too temporal for tranquility and serenity.

Oh, Serenity, serenity – how bittersweet a glimpsing taste it leaves on my tongue.

Insanity is what it is.

Insanity to choose, insanity to feel, sheer insanity to live

As I lay my weary head for the close, cooling embrace of slumber,

I have only one thought in the vacuous space of a mind.

For the sake of all that is decent and good,

Will it never cease and desist?

Will it remain or resist?