Happiness, is a Warm Gun Mama. . .

So do you ever have one of those days, where whether it be baking, house-shopping, or simply dealing with the human race (can we say Sunday drivers!!!!) its all just too much to handle ? We'll I know I have those more often than I'd like.  This picture just tickles my fancy and speaks to those days where I'm more annoyed than I can even express.  I get so much joy out of the juxtaposition of the domesticity of a  cake and the violence of a gun. Is it scary if I say this is so me? This will be another addition to my upcoming move, even though after today's search I feel that everything in Santa Barbara is overpriced and overrated.  I blame the rich fascist regime that governs this town. . .


2 comments:

Diana Mae | October 12, 2009 at 12:08 PM

Oh how the combination of heart shaped cakes and a hand gun describes you! You crack me up!

By the way! I love your blog! :)

Rachel | October 13, 2009 at 6:49 PM

It totally does describe me! I donno why, but haven't you ever seen something that you said "this is me". This Andy Warhol = me.

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