no real deep thoughts to offer at 12:18 on Friday night. I work too much.

There's some sort of brown-green sludge staining the back of my pants. Mmmm pretty girl.

The people with a lot of money gave me a nice big tip tonight. I don't know if we all got the same amount, but I sort of suspect I got more, since I weas in chef's whites & looked all important-like.

Seeing John at work is comforting and delightful and anxiety -provoking in equal parts. I get all silly and tongue tied in my mind, but act all cool and removed. What am I in 8th grade? Its not like its a new crush, not in the least. For the record, I would take all of my clothes off and run screaming through the streets if he asked me to. Yikes, that's fucked up.

I think I'll try to offer a new site everytime I post. No one will read this, so really who cares? Post #2: gastronomica

I ate an extraordinary oyster today. Tasted like the whole of the ocean.