Hello everyone. My name is Totten and I’m addicted to cupcakes.

Like. I’m not even joking.  I’m addicted.  So, in order for me not to feel so ashamed of my addiction, I decided to gather a bunch of girls this past Saturday for a Frostitution Party. As an early birthday gift, Nikita (from here on in referred to as “my dealer”) got me a cupcake maker. You scoop the batter into five little holes in the machine, close the lid, and voila! In five minutes, you have small, cute cupcakes. Anyways, back to the party! We had eight girls come over that day. Poor Alex had to run for the hills to Fry’s in order to escape the estrogen.  Smart boy.

   Here’s a shot of the mini cupcakes with neon colored frosting surrounding it.

  At one point, Octal started talking about Ireland and the IRA, so I made a little Ireland flag cupcake to show my support of motherland.

My dealer. She wasn’t fond of the idea of evidence of her being at the scene. I was surprised she let me get away with the picture.

I was also surprised that there weren’t any fights during the party. Usually when you get 8 girls together, there’s snipping. But everyone waited their turn to talk (more or less). Eventually, 6 o’clock rolled around and the boys (Alex, Tom, and Jon) got back to the house and the party dissolved.

Kind of. What actually happened is that the guys got back to the house and then started eating the leftover cupcakes and icing. Overall, it was definite win.