Hi. I missed you guys.
I haven't posted here in a while, but I just read a letter to the editor of my local alt weekly and need other people to validate my feelings. Those feelings are basically just LOLWUT.
I have not touched this thing in years. It's some sort of red shade that I found to be sexy and edgy back when I was still young enough for those to be the most important factors when making a major purchase.
After my last gig at a failing restaurant run by an incompetent psychopath, working for a restaurant team that owns four successful restaurants is welcome relief.
Until you've let some guy with MS go down on you in a fancy hotel room while you watch a CNN documentary about the Zapruder Film.
My sex friend will not stop snoring.
I've worked at this joint for a couple of months. The chef/owner is psychotic in that typical owner/chef way, but with a dash of "My business is failing so I micromanage everything," thrown in to spice things up.
This show is like The Shining for hypochondriacs. And it is super great motivation for staying on your diet. Also great motivation to never travel to South East Asia or eat raccoon poop.
It's kind of baffling how few people seem to realize that restaurants cannot function without clean running water. People are flocking to bars and restaurants. A buddy who works downtown said it feels like the douchebag rapture downtown.
If you're at a bus stop with a bunch of sketch-balls who are loudly talking about using said bus stop as a meet up for a drug deal, it's totally kosher to pull out a flask, right? I mean. We're all pieces of shit here.
I spent most of my profoundly unproductive workday exchanging texts with a friend about her disasterous bar hook up from last night.
If anyone wants to bring me some cheese covered carbs, there's a sweet BJ in it for you.
Knew I'd at least win the red states.
pass the weed . and leave your gun at home
All the fair-weather fans have abandoned their regular haunts for sticky dive bars with high def televisions.