mallory cake?

okay, friends. i realized something. and that thing is called..the name of my blog is called mallory cake, but about 1% of the people that read my blog have any idea why i called it this.

1. i am so uncreative, i cant think of anything all cutesy and funny.

2. i love eating. especially treats. like cake. but mostly brownies and cookies. chocolate chip cookies :) with ice cream on top. and chocolate sauce. and happiness and joy.

3. my middle name is kay. now, i know many of you are thinking "mallory you fool. kay is not anywhere near cake." but trust me, i know. but when i was a wee little lad, but cute grandpa whitey would always call me mallory cake. now, since i have an awful memory, and sometimes my mind plays games with me and gives me dreams that i think are real but they're actually fake. so anyways, my pretend memory remembers how cute my grandpa was.

anyways, my grandpa would always tease me and call me mallory cake. i think it had something to do with my chocoholic addiction of chocolate. but anyways, i loved it.

but now that i think of it, i had some pretty awful memories. my least favorite would HAVE to be people making fun of my name. my uncles would always harass me. like once when they buried me in the sand on the beach and LEFT ME THERE. i was traumatized. i cried and cried and screamed. i'm suprised child protective services werent called. i was upset. and they would sing this awful song. oh the horror.

"mallory bo ballory banana fana of fallory me my mo vallory. MALLLLLOOOORRRY"

yeah, not cool. i attribute my anger in life to that song. i had no power against them! they just kept singing and singing.

oh i cant think about this any more. it's horrific.