i was reading a fashion/food-related blog posted by the lovely dirtycowgirl, and was reminded of a story which took place many moons ago.
still looks like jackie gleason to me...
once upon a time i was 19, believe it or not. it's still true. and, no, i don't want to relive it. i'm not one of those assholes who tells my students that their teen years are the best of their lives. on the contrary, i tell them the harsh truth: it sucks ass for the most part. wait till your 20's for the real fun, and your thirties for the enlightened shit. but when i'm 40, i will probably be wrong about that too. anyhoo- the 19 thing was a learning experience, and i was lucky enough to not get busted for the dumb shit i did, but what the hell do you know at 19? not alot. sorry to any of you reading 19 year-old folks, i speak the facts. enjoy the splendor of not knowing, for it does not last forever.
arrested development: the best t.v. comedy ever written.
i was 19, and working in a quasi-famous restaurant. i did all the jobs there, depending on day/shift and necessity. i washed greasy pots/pans/dishes. i made salads and appetizer plates. i was a chef. i made bread and baked yummy numnums. i was the virgo ultimate.
no- not this one, but i do love the iconography of this nyc diner
now, many non-virgoan people have misconceptions about virgos being anally retentive and curmudgeonish or even cantankerous, lacking any warmth whatsoever. really? who writes this shit?
fuck that stigma. i am an ex-slob, potty-mouthed, affection whore... much like my cat, who is a pisces. [i may or may not wax the astrological at a later date. keep posted.] i do possess the attention to detail we virgo peeps supposedly have, and i am uber-into world-wide ancient health and healing arts, like acupuncture, homeopathy and herbalism. i enjoy studying. nothing wrong with dropping knowledge on yourself, i say.
what one person thinks of us virgos- just the positive crap
okay, i was cooking at the restaurant or on salad patrol the day in mention. i remember working a double as well. it was the summer, because i also remember going out back to water the gardens and pick veg for the recipes i was concocting.
2 onions, 4 cloves garlic, eye of newt, toe of toad...
guaranteed after a double-shift day, i came home pooped beyond recognition, and flopped down on the sofa to chill with the kitties. i'd come in, pee, grab a snack and some fermented beverages, and retire to the living room.
kitty knows best.
now will you pass the popcorn... and the remote?!?!
i came in and greeted the felines, and went to the bathroom. sat to squirt, and what do i find- to my surprise?
an entire sprig of parsley. a large one.
in my panty.
as in IN.
the parsley showdown!
1] how did that get there? my clothing was fitted.
2] how did i not notice it? i get squirmy when a wedgie is threatening to make it's way up my ass.
3] what the fuck? i don't cook in my skivvies... at work at least.
i need these
perhaps i need my own forum of FAIL.
sure do have enough instances of them.
like you have never done this...
hi, my name is violet, and i have herbs in my underwear.
nice to meet you.