I'm not shocked. I know how it happened. It was right here. You have inevitably figured out my radio silence. I'm fine with that. If you're still following it, I can only say I wish you'd stop. Wanting to know is one thing. Using something like that as obvious ammunition... I mean, I can't see heads or tails of what you're doing anymore. I ( Read more... )

I feel my belief in karma being shattered, even as we speak ( Read more... )

I have a kick-ass job.

No, seriously.  Pearl Dynasty may easily be the easiest minimum-wage-and-tips job I'll ever have.  I don't get comped for mileage like at A&S, but it's OK because if I average two or three deliveries an hour, it more than makes up for the expected $0.385 I'd get there.

So here's me.  Come in at 4:30.  Check around.  Make up a ( Read more... )

Nothing much to say. You probably already know. Nothing with a side of nothing, smothered in nothing gravy with some nothing for dessert ( Read more... )

Many thanks to Jen and Justine for their kind words.

It finally hit me this morning, driving back from a chat with Mr. Perez at Targét, what it was that I really felt I needed.  It wasn't actually sympathy.  That's more or less unrequited pity.  What I wanted was somewhere between compassion and commiseration.  Someone who knew what I was doing, ( Read more... )

This should have been fun. It's all right, I guess ( Read more... )

::sigh:: Matt brought up an interesting point at Bohemian Night at the IHOP last, uh... Friday? Yeah. He said that it's almost impossble for a blog to be anything but a tool for propaganda because you're always going to be trying to invoke some kind of feeling when telling the story of your life. Even if it's me with the mild pity whoring. ( ( Read more... )

It's so true!!

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Eight fucking days. Can you imagine how hard it must have been if I can't even get one honest word out ( Read more... )

And now the serious post. Maybe I should post these up in reverse? Too late ( Read more... )