I suppose that I’ve had a subconcious desire for cake recently…or something. To be quite honest, it was a secret hidden even from me. I had absolutely no idea, until the other day when I was listing aloud a few things we needed form the store.
“Milk, eggs, OJ.”
Hm, so far so good.
“Bread, cereal, cheese.”
Well, this all seems rather reasonable.
“CAKE.”
Eh.. wtf?
I can’t claim to know where it came from, but cake leapt out of my mouth. Al maintains that I belted it with authority, and I’m apt to believe him.
The way I see it, there is only one possibility, and I can’t believe I didn’t see it coming. I was temporarily possessed by a cake-loving demon. You see, the explanation is simple really. I’ve been watching the show Supernatural recently. As such, I’ve gained a keen knowledge of the paranormal and the occult.
What appears to the average person, that is to say you, as a strange slip of the tongue, is to the trained eye a possession. However, you’ll be happy to know that I’ve decided that I should take up hunting the supernatural as a profession. It was, no doubt, fate that brought the demon to me.
For the doubters among you, look up the names of the actors in the show. You’d be a fool to believe it coincidence that one of the actor’s names is Jared. Oh yeah, I just blew your mind.
Speaking of TV shows that have me in them, do you remember the show The Pretender? The main character had the same first and last name as me. I suppose I should sue or something. I’ve been watching a good deal of Boston Legal lately, and I’m sure I could win. My psychic, supernatural-fighting powers would make it a lock.
I’m not sure what I’d spend the money on. Maybe a cake.
September 4, 2006
You and Paul would get along well. He is *always* wanting cake.