Cake or Death? Cake please...
Hung out with Joe last night. I'm really starting to love he back room at work. I was helping him and Starks last night by doing the pastry case. I went in the back room to put the cookies away, so Joe followed me. So as I put the cookies on the shelf he put his arms around me, started kissing my neck, and was basically grinding me from behind. Yeah...it felt good...real good...I'm gonna go up there and see him tonight too, even though I have to wake up at the asscrack of dawn tomorrow morning. Oh shit...I forgot to give him his book back too. He told me about my past lives last night. He told me that I didn't spend a lot of time in Britain. I was in France a lot. I was a middle class French woman. My family had money but didn't flaunt it. I was fair skined with reddish blonde hair and light blue eyes that had a hint of green. He kept seeing box puzzles and little trinkets in my house. And that my father was a good man, big and jolly, and everyone adored him. Then he told me that I was a peasant girl in Germany, and that it was probably because I was being punished for a previous life I had. He said I may have been a general in the Roman army. Then he looked at me and said oh no...and I was like what. He just looked at me and said, "What are your feeling on the french revolution?" And all I could say was what. Then he asked me if I felt more like a commoner or part of a bourgeoisie. I said the bourgeoisie, then he was like I have 4 words for you...let them eat cake. So I could have been Marie Antoinette in another life or one of her close friends or relatives. I still have a little bit of a hard time believing it, only cause I'm still fairly new to all of this. I don't know...hopefully he'll bring his tarot deck tonight.