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Oh, honey.

He's afraid of me coming back to take vengeance for all he did to me. On the contrary, I just wanted my old stuff.

On hand? Gouda Havarti Sharp Cheddar Parmesan Mozzarella Colby Jack Provolone Swiss Orange-rind Muenster

Valentine's Day has long since been Discount Candies Eve for me.

Seeing as I sell food, I just cook better than them. Sometimes it's as easy as cooking at all. So many times do I find myself running my happy was down to a restaurant because I'm too lazy to cook myself.

Realistically, I'd try and secure supplies and my medication from a pharmacy. If that succeeded, I'd go hold it down at a Toys R Us if I can make it to one. Then just chill til I eventually die or get overrun/attacked. Maybe keep a sketchbook of people I see, so they can be remembered in some way if they don't make it. Superficially, I'd rock some Master Chief armor and hype myself up to think I was a bad motherfucker and charge the strip. Would likely perish immediately when I realize I have no weaponry, my armor is fake, and I have no survival or combat skills. Would make a cool zombie though cause of the costume.

Did I tell you he faked his death? Had his mail order bride of a wife text me their artfully crafted tale about his tragic heart attack and how all my belongings had been thrown out or sold. Was a sketchy story to begin with, but I looked into it. Couldn't find the slightest inkling or his demise. In the mean time, I reconnected with my mom, whom, after hearing me say my dad was allegedly dead, confirmed he was still alive. He's actually in the same house with the same phone number (home and cell) as he's had since like 1994. Isn't life magical?

When I used to live out near Austin, I was planning on going to PAX since San Antonio was not even an hour away. But I wound up getting an opportunity to move to Vegas so I took it. Went to EVO, though, so there's that. There are so many conventions out here; it's crazy. Work, more often than not, prevents me from going to practically all of them, though.

Candidly speaking, I really want a daughter. But, like, not for another few years. I wanna live a little more before I settle down. Travel. Knock out some bucket-list type stuff. But I also do not want to reproduce. My father's bloodline depends solely on me and I refuse to continue it. And since I'm not so keen on babies, I want to see about adopting a little girl. But that's a ways off.

You have no idea how terrified I was walking up to the restaurant the first time and seeing the giant screen with Chef Ramsay on it. I legit thought it was him and was tensing up hardcore.

Ay dios mio I still remember them trying to slip in a full length movie as an ad. Fucking hour and a half "ad" before I can watch a 30 second clip. No bueno.

No I have never done a "Cook off" against another person to get a job. I have a sneaking suspicion that it's to make us bring our A-game in the kitchen but then grade us all individually. For all I know, there's 3 spots available and we're auditioning for our own respective positions versus all of us vying for the same one.

A friend of mine already works there and got my foot in the door. I am otherwise unaffiliated with both Caesar's Palace and Chef Ramsay. The other two people seem to be doing what I'm doing but I'm not 100% sure on that. Thank you for the well wishes too, guys! I don't think I'm going to get the job but I have to try. I never watched Hell's Kitchen but the restaurant has a hall of fame at the door showing all the winners. There's also a giant screen with Chef on it, playing pre recorded messages to entertain guests waiting at the door. The actual kitchen itself was split into three parts: back-end for prep; front-end for blue team; front-end for red team. Gives the illusion of two warring teams but I'd wager each team has a specific, overall set of tasks in the kitchen. Just dont know what that might be atm.

I am not sure because I was cherry picked from the applicants in the first place.

Incredibly nervous. It just "opened" this month with the grand opening next week. First interview was a meet and greet. Second one was cooking a dish and answering questions about the kitchen and sanitation. Final interview is going to be a short written exam followed by a cooking exam against two other candidates.

Boo! That is so last year.

Often times when I hear something akin to this, I feel disgusted. Sure, women get victimized, but women do the damage, too. Like all these stories you hear where a woman wanted something from a man, he refused, and she cries "rape!" Or going out of their way to inhibit someone to have their way with said person. Seems like a lot of women are used to getting what they want without ever having to face any sort of negative consequence. Like it's all a game to them. Lately, I have been coming to terms with the fact that I was raped when I a kid. But honestly, it boils down to power to me. Any sort of leverage to make things happen leads to this sort of shit, regardless of the perpetrator's gender. And, for whatever reason, people like to throw victims under the bus if it doesn't fit their narrative of the world, more often than not referring to men as magically being the only ones capable of sexual abuse, rape, and misconduct.

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The Disaster Artist: 9/10 My only complaint is that I want more.

Bought a fair amount of porn over the years. I try to support the models I like as directly as I can but I've also purchased from distributors, as well. I mean, I get what I want in HD, I support someone's work, I (usually) get access to other stuff beyond the site I paid for, and I can just download everything I want and cancel my subscription before I get charged a second time. Then just come back awhile later and get what's new, if I am so inclined. There's a model that has done quite a good job at only allowing promos to be available around the web so I have bought from her, as well. And I have assisted artist friends by purchasing commissions from them to support their erotic craft. Also posed for a friend to help her out so there's some hentai of me out there somewhere on this wide web. Plus, back when I used to care about porn, it was nice to have a huge collection of videos even when the internet (or power) went out.

A starry-eyed, Bad Dragon dildo that, in the end, no one wanted.

I have a melting fetish. As in someone melts to death at the end.

Got two sets of stairs. In fact, I fell down the same set twice today. Weeee!