thinking about the girl who brought me coffee from texas and joked that i would have to ration it out for special occasions. my friend, i do not save my good things. being alive is as special an occasion as it gets
david lynch loves living in a world where all men want is the honest shining love of a good woman and all women want is something distant, frightening, and intangible
thinking about the dishwasher we hired once who said in his interview that ever since he was a kid his passion was washing dishes. that if he sees a dish on the side of the road he picks it up so he can give it a wash later
my dad just called out of the blue and told me a story about how when i was a kid he came to tuck me into bed and i was terribly quiet. he asked what was going on i said nothing, and when he pulled back the covers there were 4 full sized bullfrogs i smuggled into bed
i try not to romanticize the past very much but it sucks that coffee shops are now just places with majorly uncomfortable seats and clean-cut baristas with letterman jackets, instead of like... janeane garafolo and overstuffed cozy chairs
this was such a breathlessly amazing fuck you to the guy who interviewed him who likely asked "why do you want this job" as if the answer was anything but money
"you at 21" seems to really have a chokehold on the internet at the moment. not me. i won't be releasing that wretched doppelganger from its haunted dominion and giving it light to exist any longer
pretty interesting how all chefs ever want to get are knife and whisk tattoos and no one is ever willing to own up and get a 4 quart cambro tattoo as an homage to a real pinnacle of the service industry
seems really fucking bad that people have to publicly share their own personal tragedies and crises in order to humanize what should be basic rights, but what do i know
just told my problematically hot line cook i hated him and with the most confidence i've ever heard out of him (like even more than usual), he responded "no you don't"
endlessly funny to me that the true blood set designers were like "ok, werewolf bar" and werewolf lore lacks any aesthetic so they just went with TV screens featuring pictures of wolves hanging up everywhere
thinking about the time as young impressionable cook, a guy working the omelette station looked at me and asked if he could scramble my eggs. a storied legacy
eyes wide shut has the funniest premise on earth. i sincerely love this movie. what do you mean you're gonna jack your whole life up just because your wife thought about fucking some other dude one time
all those mommyblogs from 2012-2014 are starting to all get shut down and now we can enter the second phase of my plan: where i claim the recipes as my own and repost that shit
last year i got this jonathan frakes calendar and the 13th month was frakestober 2020, and to be honest i just kept it up. i agree that this entire year is frakestober 2020
watching my neighbor begin his transformation from a certain type of summer ohio man (joyful, shirtless) into a different type of cold season ohio man (haunted by something he cannot name)
honestly in this wild world where nothing is as it seems, it's nice to know that goth kids off all ages with plaid pleated mini skirts, invader zim shirts, and awkward haircuts still exist
the stuff in saw would never happen because people don't have the drive to build really intense ten part traps anymore. too busy playing on they goddamn phone