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.

Dear reader,
I have generally found blogs to be a little bit of narcissistic throat clearing. Do we need more people telling us about their dark place? How many interesting ways are there to elucidate our very particular take on life? Apparently thousands; perhaps millions. Sorry to say, here's #17004538.

My young friend Sean was encouraged by our office mates to start a blog that would document his journey out of college (UNF, represent!) and out into the big bad scary world of adult productivity in Atlanta. I've got my own journey to get started, so I thought it sounded like a fine idea.

This jouney, however, can't seem to get its footing, and if I can be any clearer than "I NEED TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF JACKSONVILLE," please let me know. I've applied to and been rejected from graduate school (yes, I know, all my eggs in one cheese and beer basket, not so wise, grasshopper) and just this past week, was essentially turned down for a swell-sounding though grossly underpaid position in Seattle, my future home. And, as a little cherry on my sundae, I found a great sublet in NW Seattle with a GARDEN but then the woman changed her mind and pulled the offer. Um, excuse me, um universe, I'm really ready to get this show on the road. I'm a nice person. People think I'm funny. I recycle and compost and use my turn signal. What gives? I'd like a little help, here.

Its time to go read postsecret.