$500 to clean Toast’s teeth and $1,000 to get my car running again?! AND a $25 parking ticket at school? Rats! Ever feel like the universe has drilled a big hole in the bottom of your bank account? Oh well, screw you, rotten day. I’ve got my boyfriend’s big ass, gas chugging, manual transmission pickup truck, Kiss Country on the radio, and I’m goin’ to the grocery store. For cake. A whole cake. Cause on a day such as this, a girl needs a cake.