lets start tomorrow and finish the next day
i've decided that i should be paid to make great salads. all i want to do is make great salads. i want to blast music and be alone in a big kitchen and make salads. and maybe a few great sandwhiches too. maybe. but i mean great. really great. i want to watch people's reactions to the greatness. i want to make people cry becuase they are so ridiculously good. i want people to think they are better than orgasmicly good. a teacher of mine one said that this pizza place's cheesy sticks were "orgasmically good". well, my salads will be better. i want to make salads that are better than sex. so basically, salads, are a definite yes. and yes, i want to make people cry, and get paid for it. and yes, i want to make people eat my salads for sex.