oh me, oh my.

Before each hit, I think, I could get a little higher..

Dirtbag.

The sweetest of my memories and past physical emotions make my mouth water and my stomach drop.

Wow.

Eyebrows on point.

Eyebrows on point.

Sweeeeeet.

Sweeeeeet.

I found myself thinking, Yep, I’ve got everything that I need. And then aloud, I had said, ‘Except The Metalhead..’

I was taken aback! Haha. I don’t know if I believed myself when I said it. I suppose I wouldn’t mind his company.

The Metalhead stopped by this morning to drop off a crockypot and then I made him two eggs, sunny-side up.

Early visits are so sweet.

I feel like I’m always fluffing egos.

Today is my one year at this high-profile restaurant.

Tomorrow I will be turning in my two weeks’ notice.

I’ve been training at another restaurant (yet to be named). Higher profile. Higher standards. More freedom.

I’m so busy.

There’s a dude, but I can’t decide if I’m ready for serious orrr… play?

My life is bursting at the seams. In a good way.

I’m alive, I’m healthy and very, very happy.

Annnnnnnnnd The Scotsman, seriously, JUST emailed me. Fuuuuuuuck.

  • Random: Your eyes say 'hello' every time you blink.
  • Me: That must be annoying.
  • Random: It's actually the prettiest thing I've ever seen.