Crying Into My Cake: Shitty Hat
I got a text from the boss that said I was needed for a birthday party last minute, and she would pay me a $25...
Crying Into My Cake
Crying Into My Cake: Another Day in Clown Town
I found that once I said yes to the clown thing the floodgates were opened. And by flood, I mean a fucking flood! A monsoon!...
Crying Into My Cake: Elsa Doesn’t Give A F*ck
I booked an Elsa party at a swanky hotel on Manhattan Beach. Face painting and balloons. I hadn’t looked at the costume until I parked...
Crying into My Cake: Down To Clown
This was taken at my first clown party. You see, I was told when I was hired that I would usually be playing “princess’s or...
Crying Into My Cake: Howdy
My first gig. I was a cowgirl. The kid was 1 and didn’t give a flying pig shit about cow anything. My shirt was a...
