That has got to be the best thing ever.
Ever. Hands down. No beating it.
Unless of course a flying horse with a rainbow mane and whose name is Sebastian came flying into my room because I was chosen to lead the war against the Cupcake Queen.
Yeah, that’d be pretty much the only thing that would top that zucchini cake.
Or, you know, unless Ian Harding came into my room, grabbed hold of my arm, told me to spread my legs and—
WHOA WHOA WHOA ELLIE! Keep it PG-13!
Anyways, yeah, those are pretty much the only two things that could top that zucchini cake.
(Don't you just love the title of this journal? I find it amusing.)
By the way, don't just google "Ian Harding". This is him:
