Tonight at work, I made a truffle cake for a big time food critic. The food critic then told the server it was one of the best desserts he had ever eaten. "Absolutely fantastic," he said. I love where I work.
honestly, i want to scream right now. but i can't say anything that means anything on this. all i can do is be vague as shit and talk about how i'm in a bad mood. so i'm going to clench my teeth some more and just keep quiet.
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want- good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or moritified) about what people remember about you.