Stress baking.

The Queen Bitch is at it again, threatening to break me life up.

Obviously, it just signals her boredom and her need for Drama.

I, Quinsy, aka, the Evil Nyonya, must find ways to break this chain of evil bitchiness.

Thus I plotted late into the night while baking Muffins and Fairy Cakes.

This morning, while baking my Apple-Pear Pie, it dawned on me that the easiest way to accelerate her going away is to dose the pie with too much sugar to make her diabetes sky rocket.

I did.

*Evil Laugher*

DIE, BITCH, DIE!

I must say, though, that my pie, IS extremely delicious.

I shall look up for more recepies.

P.S: Went to Nat's house for soccer match last midnight, Manchester United vs Tottenham Hotspurs.

Needless to say, the red devils won 3-1.

That's why I support Man U. I don't support losers.

P.P.S: Work has been relatively fucking stressful. A meeting on Friday and some nuances from the manager hinted at my inaptness.

I felt very deflated after that.

Perhaps they find me not diligent enough, though I've been trying my best. I'm just not good at all this chemistry crap.

*sigh*

Take me AWAY!