the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.



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4:48 p.m. + 2003-09-28 = "if you weren't so old, i'd tell my friends; but, i don't think your wife would like my friends." -k.edwards.

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if sundays continue in this fashion, i may give up the day entirely. no scone dry mix. no scone wet mix. no muffin dry. no muffin wet. apparently tony had skipped out early yesterday... on a day the bakery made 500$. today would've been equally as impressive except bars and cookies were still cooling. bread was still proofing/rising/thawing/cooling/etc. nothing was frosted. no frosting was made. i did the best i could. staying an additional 2 hours, but still no where near completing my to-do list. furthermore, tony has fastened a photograph of his partner right above the small mixer.... i'm sorry, tony.... i didn't realise this was your office space.... doesn't matter, i'll bring my own photographs and mine will be much more lovely.

but now i must write a paper, read a thousand things, respond to them in 2sheet essay form, and skim through "Millenium Hall" which is drier than dust and as dull as "Inside the Actor's Studio" on bravo.

also, in the midst of hectic baking shift, i saw my two old bosses from the coffeeshoppe for the first time in over a year and half. they were looking their fabulous, indie-esque jehovah witness selves. (that is not a joke... they were indeed j.w.'s.) and then whilst meandering in the produce ( i think i was picking out ginger but then sampling fruits/veg.... sunday is sample day(hoorah!)), i was undoubtedly the object of someone's affection/desire/whatever-it-was. Just what is it about me in fruit/veg sections of local grocery stores that draws quasi-metrosexy married men with at least one small child begging for some sort of treat? this would be the third time in the last two years that this has happened in minnesota. sweden's an entirely different story, but then i spent much more time in produce since it was such a hassle to get to the store in the first place.

i just don't understand it. the married with children men, that is. and the location! one of the dearest places to me in this world... produce sections of grocers. sometimes i wish i were slutty and ballsy and younger and stupid... just to be the git that goes along for the ride, just to add a shocking chapter to would-be memoir. but i am none of these things, so i stuffed my pockets full of fresh ginger, grabbed a slice of mango and black bean/jalapeņo tortilla chip (not a good mix, btw), and went back to kitchen to frost cakes and burn an entire pan of honey dream bars.

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