I'll Frost Your Rolls

Happy half birthday to me!  No one is here to celebrate with me.  I've forgiven everyone for that because I never celebrate anyone else's half birthdays so I probably shouldn't expect them to celebrate, or even remember, mine.  I called C and grilled him on what the meaning behind this special day was just to scare him because I knew he wouldn't know (I didn't even realize it until my mom texted it to me) and it worked.  Poor kid, I can be pretty awful.  Regardless, I made these in honor of myself being 21.5 years old.

What the hell happened on the bottom right?

Based on the pan structure it looks like I had three already but I promise you I've only eaten two.  So far.  Hopefully Genna will get home soon so I don't give in to the rest of them.  I know they look like the best cinnamon rolls you've ever seen, but they're not.  The middle is doughy and the outside is too crunchy and the icing was a weird temperature when I put it on.  I will still eat them all and enjoy it but I should have just bought one from a real bakery and enjoyed the calories on something much more delicious.  Why am I even discussing this?  I'm not even into cinnamon rolls that much.  I should have just bought Count Chocula.  I was creepily close to stealing a box of it from this kid's apartment last night in Akron.

In other creepy news, social media sites are becoming strangely accurate when it comes to the advertisements they place on your pages.  I'm referring to Facebook.  This morning I read this on the right side of my page.  I know for a fact I've never talked or looked at Uggs online.  So they're now resorting to sexual innuendos based on your significant other?  Talk about invasive.  And brilliant.

Real mature, Facebook.

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