Well here it is…my blog virginity, gone. It’s yours, take it. It’s a big moment for me that only comes once and I wanted it to be perfect…I guess this is it. This cake idea has come out of the gates faster than I ever imagined and if you’re reading and I don’t know you then it’s successful thus far. It’s your cake now, take some and come back for more…yea, I’m easy like that.

You see, I was hesitant to start blogging because while I’m still young (20-something) I do remember a day when SPAM was just canned meat and girls kept diaries which boys were not allowed to read, or have, unless they REALLY wanted to get made fun of. Some dudes in those days tried to have a “journal”, but Journal =’d Diary (nice try losers).

I can’t say that anymore. Diary = Journal = Blog these days and much like opinions, everyone has one. Here is mine. Like my own little piece of the pie but sweeter – cause it’s cake. While I’m at it I can also share with you my non-canned SPAM, which comes in the form of emails offering prescription drugs without the prescription at street-pharmacist prices, offers to improve the size and reliability of my muscle(s), and repeated opportunities to help the royalty of a foreign nation launder money through my bank account to evade taxes for a small phenomenal fee paid to me that would probably cost them more than if they just paid the damn taxes. I almost don’t categorize these particular emails as spam because judging by their horrific grammar and spelling I can tell they definitely aren’t from an English speaking territory, but being the patriot I am I politely decline to assist.

I guess what I’m trying to say that if it weren’t for the World Wide Web, SPAM would be meat and this would be a diary, but I don’t have a diary. I have a blog. It’s different. No really, it is…

You can call me Banks (because I’m so money. No jk, but props to you if you do get the name reference). I’ll be back soon and frequently. Hope you’re hungry for cake…

-Banks