Girl you need to be patient, the day's gonna come. You'll leave your old baggage behind. No more excuses, no more denial--you're tired, and you're drawing the line. You're nobody's lapdog, you're closing that door. You're not you, you're not you anymore. You're not you, you're not you anymore. Oh, no.

I'm beginning to think this was a terrible idea.

Actually, I'm at the end of my thought, and know it was.

Luckily, I'm young. I can pull out of this.

Getting home so late (by my standards) reminds me of working until 3, sometimes 4 in the morning.

I kinda miss the quiet nights.

This is why I was storing up sleep.

I'M GOING TO DIE OF SLEEP DEPRIVATION. How do people run off of only 5 hours?

Someone find out where I can buy puff pastry! I really wanna use some but I don't feel like actually making the dough. It's way too much work to do...

Help me out!

My soul = sold for minimum wage.

Man, I love their cool poses.

Only 4 hours of sleep. What a bad night to toss and turn.

Some days are harder to wake up to than others. It's not the lack of sleep, it's the lack of energy. I'm good to go, but I just don't feel like dealing with people... it's draining me. All I really want to do is sit here and game/nap. Oh well. At least I still have tarts to look forward to today...

I am nuts for ever wanting to have waited on tables. Between front of the house and back of the house work, back wins hands down. The next time you guys go out to eat, treat your waiters like people, not like some damn slave people who you can contract leprosy from. I had to serve gigatribillionaires! Actually, my tables were just deans and their ( Read more... )

I love that baker's heart. It's flawless. I can't make a heart out of flour, mostly because I never flour my bench that much. Bread flour doesn't make a good heart anyway. Still, I think I'll keep trying ( Read more... )