thereisnofluffy
ThereIsNoFluffy
thereisnofluffy

Fuck your family. Move back to DC. Be happy.

Sadly, I expect to see it. I'm sure it's happened.

It's a shame it's not an actual pair of boots. I would wear those in a hot minute. Yeah baby!

Very Important Question: What are you feelings about panettone and stollen? Because those are *types* of fruitcakes, but are delicious, buttery, non-sticky-brick-like monstrosities.

I'm a Reiki Master, so I often get the same sensation doing it for myself, or getting a Reiki session. I also can sometimes get in that state through meditation.

I tried ASMR. It creeped me the fuck out. But I can get the same experience, which is pretty cool, with other techniques, so I get why it can be very soothing.

The restaurant biz is so crazy. So much shit goes down that that people think is, if not normal, at least still kind of ok, and definitely not worth getting upset about. Weed's great, but dosing someone without their consent is seriously fucked up. Besides which, edibles affect people differently. I get panic attacks

Therapy. Lots of soul searching. Meditation. Figuring out what makes me happy and doing it so my happiness comes from myself. It's a slow, incremental work in progress.

Yes. I used to. Then I realized that I didn't actually want to be vulnerable and was terrified of letting anyone in. I was the common denominator and unavailable men could smell it on me.

Well. That's kind of creepy. Eesh.

That must be it. Fuckers. I kept my OKC account and facebook separate for that reason. Different email, different contact info...all different.

How do I hide that stupid fucking "people you may know" on facebook mobile? I can hide it on my laptop web browser using social fixer, but not on the app. I don't know how they pull up guys I dated years ago, when I don't have any of their contact info on my computer or phone, but it's freaking me the fuck out.

Medium rare ground prime rib and sirloin, crispy fried onions and 3 year cheddar on a buttered, toasted onion roll.

No big jewish asses? Well me and my shtetl booty will see our way out.

Hahahah. Do it.

Hah. Yeah..."Laid back" kitchens do not last. If that's what someone is looking for...well...look forward to working in a long series of failing businesses with incompetent owners and management. I would consider my old job "laid-back" and it was still constant stress. That's as laid back as it gets, while still being

I think it's awesome to follow your dreams. That's what I did when I worked in a restaurant. And for a restaurant experience, I think it was the best one I could have. The owners were awesome, my co-workers, were, for the most part, very decent, and I had a lot of autonomy and opportunity to grow. But it was hard,

You asked. I answered. Sorry if the tone/response is not to your liking.

No. You should not. Being an excellent cook is about 10% of being a successful chef. The rest is being able to thrive in a thoroughly fuck-up environment.