When worlds collide.

Perhaps the only thing to afford me as much pure, simple, dusted sugar pleasure as baking, eating, and fantasizing about the previous two; is late 80s/early 90s hip-hop. I don't know what it is. It just really gets me. Maybe in another life I was a stern bitch with tight rhymes and even tighter corn rows. Maybe. So anyway when I stumbled across the Brixton all girl group Cookie Crew it seemed that all my prayers had indeed been answered. Listen, learn, freestyle to yourself in the bathroom with the shower running.