we adopted a dog from the shelter
he's 9 weeks old...we've had him for 4 days
we named him max
he is half weimeraner half chow chow
at this time, he knows to pee pee outside
he sits on command and will wait to eat a snack
until i say the word "ok"
he's becoming bratty coz everyone carries him around and babies him
one of the former chef instructors stopped by the lounge tonight...yucky. he's one of those assheads who thinks coz he went to europe he's so dope. **knock knock** hey fartknocker...lots of us go to europe...all that it involves is a) a passport b)money c)the ability to read a street map. i would laugh my ass off at school when he would talk about europe this and europe that. Bwaaa hahahha... Been there, done that and a few other continents too. Also, he is one of those men who thinks he's finer than her really is. Guess what -- he ain't. Of course some sadly stated fashionistas were with him and after a few of their fake laughs they left the lounge. (i was watching from the surveillance cam in the back office.) i was far too busy tonight for small talk and such. also I don't have anything to say.
it's becoming a bad habit. i don't like talking to anyone anymore and even avoid my regulars all together. it's a shame coz they really do like me. i have fans i guess. one night i was out in the front lounge chatting up the customers and t---- laughed and said hey, you are actually out here get back in your cage you like it there. hahaha. fuckin fucker. there was another thing in the paper today and in another paper. so it's raining customers again. Bleh. Good reviews as usual.
i'm tired today. i've been working out for almost a month now. i work 4 hours on the pastry and cakes, then i go to the gym for a couple hours, then i come back to work for another 4-5 hours. i feel better. but i still think working out is overrated. i would rather smoke a joint and watch cartoons.
did i mention my cakes were on tv and everyone ooh-ed and aah-ed. Some of the newsdesk reporters even called dibs on that shit. hhaha. i don't ever wanna be in the paper or tv. i just wanna be the invisible pastry chef. look at my work don't look at me.
I see all these little kids strollin' into the dessert lounge. Wearin their fucking Miami Vice Coloured Izod Lacoste shirts, with the collars flipped up. I see their putrid little girlfriends wearing that putrid side of the head ponytail and that rainbow brite eyeshadow. I see way too much lipgloss as if the porkchops were grubbed sans fork. Oh and their arrogance is just surreal. What possibly could they have accomplished by their late teens that they are going to treat my staff as if they should be served. What possibly could fill their heads with such bullshit that they would believe it is acceptable to act so snottily...
A whole generation of shitheads and fartknockers raised on unworthy praise. I was told by a manager all that M------ wants to hear from you is that she did a good job. I replied in a chilling voice," I will tell her that WHEN she does a good job. I will not undermine this establishment by handing out false praise, what I will do is hand out encouragement and positive reinforcement..." That was the end of THAT conversation. But I see so many people raised on false praise thereby giving false self worth, thus leading to piss poor behaviours.
Look...I'm getting flashbacks to elementary school and just like the arrogant twits of my childhood, these arrogant unenlightened asspleats are just as shitty. Yuck. I didn't like the 80's then and I won't like them now. And I thought those haircuts died, but again I see bangs that could pick up barstools and way too much fuckin hairspray...
Yuck yuck yuck.
They have the same monikers of noveau wealth. So many of these little fuckheads live under the false safety of their parents money. But KNOW this...arizona money is not equivalent to reality money. Reality money means a higher cost of living and surroundings that aren't manicured to dwell within temperatures moderated by airconditioning. I see in them a total aloofness to surroundings and the world. I see that whole shallow personae and being in the now. Living in today as an enlightened creature is one thing. Living in the now as arrogant fluffheads just twists my fuckin' hipsters. Gross, grossity gross gross gross.
Why does everyone think their networth equal their self worth. I think I want to be a cocooniere again, away from the world with just my paintbrushes. That's all. I see in so many youngsters an absence of awareness; awareness of their environment, of others, of a bigger world and a truer existence. And even though my initial feeling is repulsion, my deeper feeling is sadness.
I am sad, that these will be the people charged with my old age. Believe me when I tell you I would rather be caned than trust such blind individuals.
it's heartrate!!!
okay i'll admit it - i went back to the gym. I'm back 3 times a week - 40 minutes of cardio plus 3 sets of 10 on 5-6 machines depending on what muscle group i'm working. I don't like it, but it's a necessary evil. bleh bleh bleh. I wanna just lay down and read or watch foreign films, or lay in the pool, or anything. Unfortunately even though i DesPIIIISE working out - I'm actually pretty good at it. Fuck that though. So many weirdos at the gym...of course there are those dudes that lift coz they wanna look the part and pick up chicks, I give myself about 3 months before I can outlift those little he-bitches. They are fuckin funny for that coz I have naturally strong muscle bellies with good length. Hahaha It's gonna shrivel their little nuts when they figure out the Filipina girl with a POKER face can outlift them. I also love the fuckin Assclowns who go to the gym and don't even work out, chests all caved in, just sitting on machines reading a newspaper. Fuckin WEAK...if you don't wanna be at home with your wife, at least have the sense in your head to go to a tittie bar - shieeeeeeet. Then there are the weird escapees of the 80's. Women in their 40's who have a little petite 80's chick from a girlband trapped in their body, who walk out the dressing room at about 250+ Lbs wearing a USA baby tee, blue and white booty shorts and some read tights with original nike's from back in the day. Wow did they really have to use that thigh machine in FRONT of me.
bwaaa hahahaha.
Like i said = I'll keep my fuckin Poker Face.
Truth in Advertising...
A girl walked into the shop today and her tee said,"tell your boyfriend thanks..." I like that hoe - she's honest and straightforward - she's sayin' i'm a slut. If she had a warning label like cigarrettes - hers wouldn't say may cause cancer - her's would say -- may fuck your man. Thanks for the warning and thanks for the sincerity...
Bewildered Man in Tag Heuer...
I'm a pastry chef at a gelateria. Check this out they have a panic button - it's a little doorbell under the counter so when they are slammed everyone at the back of the house runs to the front of the house. One night people were literally spilling onto the sidewalk and I went up there to help. This was like 2 nights ago. So I got a gelato for him and another for his wife, then he came to the counter --- I was just bein' pleasant and smiling coz it is really fun and crazy up there and I love bein' around the kiddos. He just stared at me for a long minute and i said is everything cool? He's like you just have such a BEAUTIFUL face...I laughed and said thanks. He said no really you're beautiful with a respectful awe and surprise. I laughed. Tommy said, I thought he said we have a beautiful place. I said har har you fartknocker. The man was bewildered I think coz I fall into the 'ethnic' category. Clearly he'd been married to his blonde haired blue eyed wife forever - and found it strange to notice a non waspy beauty. Funny and flattering.
Personally, I think it's coz my face is symmetrical that people are drawn to it. A plastic surgeon cat told me that once. That I'm very beautiful and lucky to have such a symmetrical face. I didn't believe the mothuhfucka so i photoshopped two left sides of my face and two right sides - the right side is just rounder and more friendly. But he wasn't lying - my face matches. If any of you have time - do that shit, it's weird - put together two sides of your face together reversing one. it's entertaining.
Nothing Tastes Good...
Not even my iced espressos, or my double leaf oolong teas, or fresh salads or noodle bowls. I dunno what I want. Stay tuned. nuSun told me to go get a pee pee test, he thinks baby Saucy is on the way. I don't think so - I think I need to fast for a week on clear liquid
Hip Squares
If i hear ONE more phony ass club kid tryin' to wax poetic about shit. I'm gonna get mad. Not everyone is a POET. And just because you chanced upon a clever grouping of words ONCE, does not give you a poetic soul. Don't wield your thesaurus and cheap ass shoes and lousy haircut like you came from the nerdcake awards. True Poetry is born of pain and a pit of despair filled misunderstanding. In the darkest solitude often blooms the dopest poetry. It doesn't sit alongside spin spin sugar and your double polo wearing ass. Just put on more of that lipgloss and go vomit somewhere coz you won't make your money in a literary fashion.
Knowledge isn't what you memorize, it's what you verbalize after digesting the knowledge. Please stop memorizing Lines and parroting them - coz you're playin' yourself - intellectual masturbation is utterly OUT.
The Look...
Amazingly enough. I still catch nuSun looking at me like the first time he met me. He still looks at me like I'm the yummiest thing he ever saw. It cracks me up and I feel so lucky.
I've caught a few men staring into the kitchen to look at me..and I turn around and bust them and they get the most charming embarrassed grins. I'm glad. Is it possible that grown men blush.
Okay Mom...
okay mom is out of control -- every time she comes over she acts like we don't buy food...then she tells me Ayyy why are you so skinny, why don't you guys eat...why is there no food. Then she goes to the white people grocery store, then the asian grocery store, then costco, then the mexican carniceria - and my refrigerator is bursting like anna nicole smith in 2002...Sometimes I just want my double oolong tea and I can't find it in the Stainless Steel beast, so i give up and just have a water. I totally don't understand this - we did not grow up poor or starving or any of that. We don't live near any family really - so it's not like I'll cook a random feast coz my cousins came over (but I do miss cooking in heaps for family)...I tried to explain to mom that due to the heat food doesn't keep as long, so I buy produce every couple days and staples about every 2 weeks, but you know she's deaf to my bullshit - coz she's doin her job and she's bein' mom. I'll have to make requests so the food gets used yanno...
Fawkin' Delete
If one more of my friends deletes their account coz of hater hoes, online drama, hate mail, or false chicks advertising as something else...I'm gonna start throwing creme pies at faces. bleh...
Life is the Same and Life is Different.
Simple Joys are the best it seems.
the newspaper almost got me. again, another paper came to feature the dessert lounge. After i made a sorbetto copa and some chocolate dreams...the photographer loitered and i could see her beady eyes plotting - but heyuuuuLLLL no...my intention is anonymity
they almost got a picture of me with one of my cakes - hell no. i'm swifter than a photographer with a chunky camera - bwaa hahaha. run pastry chef run.
