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Hello Barbies, I just thought I should drop in seeing as I haven't been here in a while... her name is Jennifer, she's 20 years old, she doesn't do drugs which is quite good and she looks stunning in a Chef uniform. So I've moved in. Her ex-boyfriend wants me dead and has had a go at me with an Axe, but it was a pretty shitty axe with a fucked up handle and stuff...
So I've been making her Porridge and Scrambled Eggs and stuff in the mornings before she goes to work, and I did the dishes last night and finally got the DVD going and we go shopping for Horror Videos together and she has an amazing array of Films in these Bookcases which we are planning on getting more of, and I'll have the fire lit and her dinner ready by the time she gets off shift at 10 thirty tonight and feel free to puke at any time now I don't mind.
Her Mother likes me.
My U-Boat veers dangerously off-course, I feel this strange um... Happiness?
Oh, and I'm going to be washing dishes for the next month in the place I used to be Sous Chef hahahaha. Oh the IRONY. I don't mind. It's good for me to be humbled, I think. See how my underlings cope with cleaning toilets at 7am firsthand. It'll make me an even better chef. Thing is, in about 3 weeks all the REALLY good Chefwork will be advertised, Spring approaching and all that. So I'll be able to have my choice of great positions. Not that I haven't at the moment OOOEEERRRR!!!! 
So anyway, that's what I'm doing. I've already pissed off a LOT of people by not coming over there, so I thought it would be best if I explained it to you folks... I've given up on someone before to go travelling, and I regretted it for the rest of my life... so I did the stupid thing and listened to my heart, basically. Oh well. I'll get there eventually. |
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