is everyone now on fet life and face book?
So, I have a new job, which brings me into much more frequent and far too closer contact with the General Public, or how Zan says it, Central Casting.
I am the Vice President of Cheese. he he!
My shoulder is a year past surgery, and about 80% healed. I'm supposed to wear an apron now instead of a chef's coat, but the apron tugs, so I just go to work like i dress everywhere else, jeans, T-shirt, and a hoodie. I still wear a hat, because my hair, though a tad shorter, is still a homicidal maniac bent upon my and its own destruction, probably via strangulation, or some sorta Isadora Duncan-esque event.
I got published twice last year, and thereby so set is the bar.
Baton Rouge is the straightest small-town I've ever lived in. By comparison, Lafayette is much more queer and cosmopolitan. Go fig spread.
And we'll just, for now, leave it at that.
Question is... do you care.
Should I start posting again?
Valentine's eve, one lady, who couldnt get the ten inch brie, said, "Just once... in my life.. just once.. I wish something would go right." I didn't say that if her problems were based upon cheese, things were either really good... or really really fucking bad.
Another guy had been sent after red wine by his doctor. When he told me his cholestorol was 390, I directed him to the Kale Chip aisle.
My cholesterol, btw, is fine, so is my heart, apparently. I'll let you know when I quit paying off the bill for *that* scan.
If you want to know, that is.
Does anyone even use this thing anymore?
I feel like wall-e's girlfriend.
Or watch.
Lemme know.
I am the Vice President of Cheese. he he!
My shoulder is a year past surgery, and about 80% healed. I'm supposed to wear an apron now instead of a chef's coat, but the apron tugs, so I just go to work like i dress everywhere else, jeans, T-shirt, and a hoodie. I still wear a hat, because my hair, though a tad shorter, is still a homicidal maniac bent upon my and its own destruction, probably via strangulation, or some sorta Isadora Duncan-esque event.
I got published twice last year, and thereby so set is the bar.
Baton Rouge is the straightest small-town I've ever lived in. By comparison, Lafayette is much more queer and cosmopolitan. Go fig spread.
And we'll just, for now, leave it at that.
Question is... do you care.
Should I start posting again?
Valentine's eve, one lady, who couldnt get the ten inch brie, said, "Just once... in my life.. just once.. I wish something would go right." I didn't say that if her problems were based upon cheese, things were either really good... or really really fucking bad.
Another guy had been sent after red wine by his doctor. When he told me his cholestorol was 390, I directed him to the Kale Chip aisle.
My cholesterol, btw, is fine, so is my heart, apparently. I'll let you know when I quit paying off the bill for *that* scan.
If you want to know, that is.
Does anyone even use this thing anymore?
I feel like wall-e's girlfriend.
Or watch.
Lemme know.