the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
16:49 + 22.11.2006 = buttons, pies.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
i put on my white, button-up work-issued kitchen shirt/uniform.
"oh, that's a cute shirt! where'd you get it?"
awww... bless 'im.
*****
i make more traditional pumpkin, vegan pumpkin, gluten-free pumpkin, traditional pecan, and traditional apple str��el pies than one could shake a stick at.
i box away special orders and keep them well-organised in the unreasonably cluttered walk-in refrigerator.
i am in baker/pastry hell.
and [relatively] loving ever minute of it.
*****
i have to exit minneapolis westwardly [the suburbiest route] during rushhour on the day before thanksgiving.
*****
...but i had woken up in a not-so-strange-anymore bed.
...and i had put on my white, button-up work-issued kitchen shirt/uniform.
...and he had said, "oh, that's a cute shirt! where'd you get it?"
...so i'm absolutely certain that the knots in my stomach are not symptoms of work+holiday stress, but rather side effects of a stoic thawing.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
[prologue] *** [epilogue] ***[plottwist!]
[[erstwhile]] ***** [[forthwith]]
