fumblinglust's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Logic Will Break Your Heart I'm feverishly trying to aviod the Republican Convention because I'm afraid I might have a brain hemorrhage and die. How is it that I am working my ass off 50 hours a week, and I'm still broke? WTF? How is it that little 19 year olds can work one night in the upscale restaurant and make double, sometimes triple what I make in a day and all they do is TAKE ORDERS?! One day I will have a tiny closet of an office and have my name delicatly stitched onto my chef coat. One day, my diary-reading friends. One day. It also doesn't help that I have a shopping addiction. I have officially locked up my credit cards so that I might save up some money, so that I can FINALLY visit my dearest Steph over Halloween. I want a new tattoo. But then that costs money... More things should be free. Like I'll trade you a loaf of Brioche for a tattoo! But then how many tattoo artists do you know that have a taste for buttery delicious French egg bread? I'm rambling tonight. I have to go to sleep in an hour. Why can't I be a normal cook who works at night? Ah, those were the days... Alright, I'll stop now. No, I lied. Today I realized I think I have a whispering fetish. Does that even exist? Well, it does now, because I have it. And now it will become all the rage! Whispering is hot. It seriously doesn't matter who is whispering to me - it's universally hot. Am I alone here? Okay, now I'm done. 8:25 p.m. - 2004-08-30 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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