HAH.

yep, wasn't quite crying until i realized he's a year older than my brother. ><

yawn.

some of us at WF do know a lot of those answers. or we can find them out. but every obscure fact about 12 different products in 3 departments? i can really only retain so much knowledge...

hnnngh. story of my life. having people treat me like i'm a mouthbreathing ignorant fool because THEY don't know what they're talking about.

HELLS yes. i love and worship ramen. i'd probably nibble on it though.

i didn't even want to go to prom. the guy i was dating was 23, i didn't like my classmates, and spending 6 hours with them and their horrible taste in music and no booze was awful. the only way my mother talked me into it was by buying me the most excellent, ridiculous black velvet and purple brocade floor length high…

you could go all metal on it and call it Rendered Egg of the Destroyer or something.

there were a lot of weeks in teenagerhood where Bon's was the only solid meal i ate. 'cause i'm pretty sure weed and coffee isn't a meal.

definitely that. i do appreciate that brunch shifts suck, and they're probably sleep deprived or hungover or both. but runny eggs make me sad and overcooked eggs are kinda icky. i don't really mind the entire spectrum in between, you'd hope there would be a happy medium somewhere...

i adore a good over medium egg but apparently NO ONE is capable of accomplishing this unless i'm A) at some poncey ass place paying $25 for toast and eggs B) at Bon's eating the $4 full breakfast. there is no in between. everyone else brings me either sunny side up or fried egg.

WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY

i was just getting happy about how many people in my FB feed were reposting A Tribe Called Red's newest music video. i was jamming out to Nation II Nation. then i see this.

fuck off, Heidi Klum.

x100. it's amazing what people expect from one company.
my little wee corner of the WF world used to be a small local chain of super west coast hippie stores, and 18-20 years ago we DID sell cigarettes. of the chemical free american spirit-esque variety. there are lovely elderly people who sometimes forget that it's…

god, yes. the last time i ate at a sub shop i wound up in line behind mom and three children. 20 minutes of "onion, but only on half of that sandwich—" "I HATE ONION" "your half won't have any, sweetie. can you make sure the onion doesn't touch that half?" and then arguing about add on costs and....
TEACH YOUR KID TO…

(wfm high five)
i had someone lose their shit two days ago because i didn't have artificially flavoured coffee. there's a bloody safeway right next door that sells all that shit, but no...

same. happier than expected with this result. <3

i've never bought margarine in my life. cultured farmhouse butter is a gift from the heavens.

*shudder*
big, BIG ups to my dentist for A) being totally awesome most of my life so i'm not afraid of going and B) referring me to the best possible oral surgeon for my (apparently difficult) wisdom tooth extraction. the IV valium kinda backfired in a weird way, but those suckers sure healed up fast and i haven't had…

i spent a weekend up a mountain skiing once. whole bunch of families and their early-teenaged kids. there was absolutely no booze and no drugs to be found, so we pretty much spent half the weekend daring each other to snort generic brand koolaid powder and freebase-eating it. beer might have been safer.

i only developed a real red food dye reaction in the last 2 years. it gives me a sad. sweet chili sauce made me sick the other day! i almost cried.