4.29.2008
Miss Rap Supreme Ep. 3
What the FUCK Serch?! How you gonna tell my girl Lionezz to step off. Did you even hear Bree's rhyme? It was whack. She used the phrase "time of the month." Lionezz even was finally getting props from the other cast. She spits fire like Cinder doing an ember in Killer Instinct and this is an outrage! Serch you were wearing a postman outfit talkin about swagger! I swear to God in heaven I'm gonna cut your body in half with the edge of a nickel. I know it can be done, I saw it on CSI: New York. Not the original one, but New York. And a nickel doesn't even have very good ridges on the side, so that's gonna be quite a jagged incision. God I hate you Serch. And quit showin love to Nicky2States! I don't care how phat her ass is (lie), her voice is annoying and her shit is staccato (I took piano lessons, I know what staccato is)! On a sidenote though: Miss Cherry kilt it on the elimination. I was impressed. I couldn't understand most of what she said because of her lisp but the flow of it was hot so I was convinced it was right. Kinda like listening to M.I.A. or my Taco Bell order being read back to me.
4.23.2008
Drop Trou
I was watching Miss Rap Supreme the other night, supporting the fuck out of Chiba and Lionezz and getting a rage blackout about MC Serch...(this motherfucker decides what's cool? DOES ANYONE REMEMBER 3RD BASS?! This nigga is corny! He had a hightop fade. And on the episode I watched he had fucking slippers on! FUCK!)... I saw a commercial with YOUR friend (not mine) Chuck Norris talkin it up about the Total Gym. So Chuck endorses the Total Gym but...he also endorsed Mike Huckabee. So that tells me that the Total Gym probably isn't that reliable, has a poor tax cut program, and is homophobic. Kind of like my teachers in grade school...
Man grade school was sick. Sailor Moon, Deftones, and all the cargo shorts I could handle. When I was in school I kept track of when it started and ended by two days, which I was told were "holidays." School started around Labor Day and ended near Memorial Day. I thought that's what those days were for. Turns out Memorial Day is an actual holiday. Why though, would we have a holiday for people who suck at their job? Yo you were a soldier and didn't dodge that bullet. Now you're dead.. PROPS! Nah fuck that. You don't keep your Target discount when you get fired. We don't have a celebration for all the pregnant 15 yr old Puerto Ricans at McDonald's who couldn't handle the fryer. So why the fuck would we have Memorial Day? I guess white people need an excuse to eat a burger and a bratwurst in the same sitting to not feel guilty.
In entertainment news, Tina Fey's new movie is coming out. This is Tina's first movie since co-starring and writing THE GREATEST MOVIE OF ALL TIME!!!...Mean Girls. That alone is reason enough for me to want to "Two Become One" her but in this movie...she can't get pregnant! Talk about a dream come true.
Man grade school was sick. Sailor Moon, Deftones, and all the cargo shorts I could handle. When I was in school I kept track of when it started and ended by two days, which I was told were "holidays." School started around Labor Day and ended near Memorial Day. I thought that's what those days were for. Turns out Memorial Day is an actual holiday. Why though, would we have a holiday for people who suck at their job? Yo you were a soldier and didn't dodge that bullet. Now you're dead.. PROPS! Nah fuck that. You don't keep your Target discount when you get fired. We don't have a celebration for all the pregnant 15 yr old Puerto Ricans at McDonald's who couldn't handle the fryer. So why the fuck would we have Memorial Day? I guess white people need an excuse to eat a burger and a bratwurst in the same sitting to not feel guilty.
In entertainment news, Tina Fey's new movie is coming out. This is Tina's first movie since co-starring and writing THE GREATEST MOVIE OF ALL TIME!!!...Mean Girls. That alone is reason enough for me to want to "Two Become One" her but in this movie...she can't get pregnant! Talk about a dream come true.
4.18.2008
Trail Mix...
3-17-MMH8
weirds me the fuck out. HAS to be invented by white people. Only white people would drop like $5 on a bag of nuts and shit. I mean the title alone "TRAIL MIX." Oh you mean this shit was on the ground and you were nice enough to pick it up and sell it to me? Oh why thank you. Fuck off and give me some fiery hot funyons. Not really. That sounds ironic doesn't it? FIERY HOT and FUN don't really seem like they'd be associated with each other. Or onions for that matter. Gross. Speaking of green beer what's up with St. Patrick's Day? I'm not really too clear on what Patty did. I assume he got really drunk a lot? All I know is the Irish people were like decimated by the lack of a potato. Pretty fucking picky. When I got to Sesame and they're out of fries I don't just starve. I select another option. It's filed under "sides" Irish people. Jesus Christ on the cross [I miss andrei.] But I guess people do need an excuse to listen to Flogging Molly because otherwise it IS completely unacceptable. No exceptions. Dropkick Murphy's are okay because they're tough as shit and because I stagedived off the HOB when I was like 12 during "Lights Out!" and for that brief moment in time that I was airborn I almost forgot how fucking terrible the Casualities were that night. But only almost.
weirds me the fuck out. HAS to be invented by white people. Only white people would drop like $5 on a bag of nuts and shit. I mean the title alone "TRAIL MIX." Oh you mean this shit was on the ground and you were nice enough to pick it up and sell it to me? Oh why thank you. Fuck off and give me some fiery hot funyons. Not really. That sounds ironic doesn't it? FIERY HOT and FUN don't really seem like they'd be associated with each other. Or onions for that matter. Gross. Speaking of green beer what's up with St. Patrick's Day? I'm not really too clear on what Patty did. I assume he got really drunk a lot? All I know is the Irish people were like decimated by the lack of a potato. Pretty fucking picky. When I got to Sesame and they're out of fries I don't just starve. I select another option. It's filed under "sides" Irish people. Jesus Christ on the cross [I miss andrei.] But I guess people do need an excuse to listen to Flogging Molly because otherwise it IS completely unacceptable. No exceptions. Dropkick Murphy's are okay because they're tough as shit and because I stagedived off the HOB when I was like 12 during "Lights Out!" and for that brief moment in time that I was airborn I almost forgot how fucking terrible the Casualities were that night. But only almost.
4.13.2008
Bradberry
I noticed on other blogs that they use lots of media like pictures and videos to give better insight as to what they're talking about. This has inspired me; I mean...not enough to actually take the time to do it but enough to think about it. Besides, what would I have pictures of? The Coal Chamber rarities collection I purchased? Mexicans? I don't think Mexicans can even be photographed. They're like vampires. Which might make for some pretty sweet shots. A stolen bike riding itself while cat calling to fat ugly (redundant) white girls could get me some awards. Not that I respect people that steal bikes - Steal a fucking car. What's worse is these hipster trash white kids who spend more of these stupid road and track bikes than most teens do on their first Camry. The only reason a grown ass man should be riding a bike is to deliver me my sesame tofu. And goddamnit I said no peas or onions. Why would peas even go with that?! No that does NOT mean no broccoli! Fuck why are your eyes so close together you worthless chi-...err...I enjoy my gook food. I mean my oriental cuisine. Or whatever.
After my last entry, I received a lot of messages asking me about veganism and why I decided to take that turn. Well the answer is simple: I fucking hate animals. I hate them. So much in fact, that I refuse to let them be in my life to the point of even eating them. Besides, why should they get to be the lucky ones to die? That's why I'm always jealous of my cell phone.
After my last entry, I received a lot of messages asking me about veganism and why I decided to take that turn. Well the answer is simple: I fucking hate animals. I hate them. So much in fact, that I refuse to let them be in my life to the point of even eating them. Besides, why should they get to be the lucky ones to die? That's why I'm always jealous of my cell phone.
4.08.2008
Failure Pile in a Sadness Bowl.
Now some of you may not know this, but I'm vegan. As fuck actually. That's the scientific genus phylum of my veganism: "as fuck." And basically what that means is, that I don't know what good food tastes like anymore. I have forgotten it's scumtrulescent flavors and delicacies and no longer enjoy Monster Thickburgers or jalapeno poppers. Nay. This takes an amazing discipline. Why you may ask? BECAUSE I DON'T FUCKING EAT CHEESE! Have you ever not eaten cheese? No you haven't. I smell that Baby Bell cheese wheel in your pocket right now. So sometimes the subject of me being vegan will come up and ALWAYS some dumb bitch will say something like "oh you're vegan? I totally relate to your plight. I don't eat red meat." Oh really? CAUSE I DON'T EAT CHEESE! You're no martyr! Do you know what a grilled cheese taste like without cheese? It tasted like untoasted bread because I don't know how to preheat an oven and I'm not allowed to touch the toaster after a MINOR non-violent incident involving a pop-tart. I was cruising around (yeah, I "cruise" faggots. My car has a turbo engine and I own a Juvenile CD from 1999. We cruise ok?) near my house the other day with my adopted farther X-Wad and a cop pulls us over damn near in my driveway. He pulls us out of the car and starts searching it. I'm like ey pimpin, if I wanted some bacon (which I don't. It tastes good so I don't eat it) I'da gone to IHOP, what's the deal? He says he looking for heroin. X says "HEROIN?! This motherfucker over here doesn't even eat CHEESE!" Which is ANOTHER reason I hate white people.
You're probably thinking how am I gonna hate on whites, when I'M white. Well one, I hate everyone and TWO I'm not white smartass. I'm Venezuelan. Soy de Venezuela. Which works out because soy is vegan as fuck. People always try to make mexican epithets to me because they don't know any Venezuelan ones. The other day I got called a wetback by some yoga-matted, Columbia Sportswear waste. He was like "You know why they're called wetbacks right? Cause they got wet coming over in the rafts."
No motherfucker. They're called wetbacks because they SWAM here! If they were in a...a raft is a fucking watercraft! Their backs would remain as dry Michael Jackson in a room full of 17 yr old girls. If they came over in rafts they'd be wet WRISTS! From paddling. Not backs! fuck.
So anyway back to my stupid grandmother. She calls me up the other day asking me why I'm not at a big university like...well any university really. And I informed her of this new policy my landlord has where he wants the rent EVERY month and the schools normally have some system set up with currency exchanged for their services. I dunno the details I haven't really looked at the rate structure yet. So she says "But aren't you like Mexican or whatever? Don't they let you guys go for free?"
...
I'm gonna repeat that. Because it bares repeating.
Arent you (as in me) like Mexican (no) or whatever (DAMN! or whatever?! Like that's a category.) Don't they let you guys (who guys? I'm not a fucking wetwrist) go for free?
No. They don't.
You're probably thinking how am I gonna hate on whites, when I'M white. Well one, I hate everyone and TWO I'm not white smartass. I'm Venezuelan. Soy de Venezuela. Which works out because soy is vegan as fuck. People always try to make mexican epithets to me because they don't know any Venezuelan ones. The other day I got called a wetback by some yoga-matted, Columbia Sportswear waste. He was like "You know why they're called wetbacks right? Cause they got wet coming over in the rafts."
No motherfucker. They're called wetbacks because they SWAM here! If they were in a...a raft is a fucking watercraft! Their backs would remain as dry Michael Jackson in a room full of 17 yr old girls. If they came over in rafts they'd be wet WRISTS! From paddling. Not backs! fuck.
So anyway back to my stupid grandmother. She calls me up the other day asking me why I'm not at a big university like...well any university really. And I informed her of this new policy my landlord has where he wants the rent EVERY month and the schools normally have some system set up with currency exchanged for their services. I dunno the details I haven't really looked at the rate structure yet. So she says "But aren't you like Mexican or whatever? Don't they let you guys go for free?"
...
I'm gonna repeat that. Because it bares repeating.
Arent you (as in me) like Mexican (no) or whatever (DAMN! or whatever?! Like that's a category.) Don't they let you guys (who guys? I'm not a fucking wetwrist) go for free?
No. They don't.
4.01.2008
Mutilation is the most sincerestest form of flattery.
03-31-MMH8
Some may not know this but my dawg not like my dog like my friend but like my friend my dawg, I don’t even like him enough to hate him. The first meaningful, non-racist, thing he ever said to me was "kill yourself." That meant a lot-- he was willing to consider the life I have, had and may have enough to make a judgment on what I should do with it. At first, I wasn’t concerned with his life enough to proactively discuss his fate; my accountant handled that kind of thing for me. I put my energy into finding new and creative ways to tell him how I might hate him if I liked him in the first place...
One fateful day at Juanita Greenburg’s my friend E. vom Matthew Mark Luke John Mary vom L. Esq. II choked on his vegan (synonymous with "I no longer know what good food tastes like") burrito. The rest of his swell friends expressed concern. I saw an opportunity! "Let it happen" I told him as his chokes became more frequent. "Don’t fight it, this is natural" I whispered as he turned purple. "Run to the tunnel-- you’ve completed your journey on this side" when he didn’t have enough air left to cough. He hadn’t been choking as much as he had been laughing.... I failed.
As time went on, I realized that wishing him death only served to contribute to his joke.... and what did that do for the joke (I’m pointing.)? I had to change my tactics. So I wished him a long life. I told him to breathe long, breath hard and breathe STRONG! Where before I might have recommended that he get in his car, drive head-on towards a similar car and let it happen.... I wished longevity. He told me he’d bought me an oxygen tank for my birthday. The next time he pissed me off, I assured him that he’d have a life vest by the end of the week. Tomorrow, I’m signing him up for full coverage health care.
Point being: Death is the easy way out. I pray for it daily. And the Lord answers prayer. Sometimes with a "no."
Also the Lord forgives!!!
I do not. MMH8.
Some may not know this but my dawg not like my dog like my friend but like my friend my dawg, I don’t even like him enough to hate him. The first meaningful, non-racist, thing he ever said to me was "kill yourself." That meant a lot-- he was willing to consider the life I have, had and may have enough to make a judgment on what I should do with it. At first, I wasn’t concerned with his life enough to proactively discuss his fate; my accountant handled that kind of thing for me. I put my energy into finding new and creative ways to tell him how I might hate him if I liked him in the first place...
One fateful day at Juanita Greenburg’s my friend E. vom Matthew Mark Luke John Mary vom L. Esq. II choked on his vegan (synonymous with "I no longer know what good food tastes like") burrito. The rest of his swell friends expressed concern. I saw an opportunity! "Let it happen" I told him as his chokes became more frequent. "Don’t fight it, this is natural" I whispered as he turned purple. "Run to the tunnel-- you’ve completed your journey on this side" when he didn’t have enough air left to cough. He hadn’t been choking as much as he had been laughing.... I failed.
As time went on, I realized that wishing him death only served to contribute to his joke.... and what did that do for the joke (I’m pointing.)? I had to change my tactics. So I wished him a long life. I told him to breathe long, breath hard and breathe STRONG! Where before I might have recommended that he get in his car, drive head-on towards a similar car and let it happen.... I wished longevity. He told me he’d bought me an oxygen tank for my birthday. The next time he pissed me off, I assured him that he’d have a life vest by the end of the week. Tomorrow, I’m signing him up for full coverage health care.
Point being: Death is the easy way out. I pray for it daily. And the Lord answers prayer. Sometimes with a "no."
Also the Lord forgives!!!
I do not. MMH8.
Cops and queers.
03-2H8-MMH8
This past weekend was Easter. The celebration of Jesus changing his mind. Earth must have been pretty fucking bangin’ back in B.C. because Jesus T.F. Christ died right? Got fucking nailed up and went to HEAVEN...and then he got there and was like I GOTTA GET BACK TO EARTH! He changed his mind about heaven. That’s pretty intense. What else is Rock of Love 2. I’m pretty sure we need to work out a contract where it’s totally legit for the girls to fight on there. And while we’re at it, they should all get a knife. First person to cut out someone else’s implant is the winner. Bret pees on all the losers, so really everyone wins. Especially America. It’s getting so close to Ms. Rap Supreme! I can barely contain myself. The 80 hours of work a week help me. However, that’s all about to change. I’m about to put my whiteface on and join corporate America. But this is how I can infiltrate niggerdom from the inside. Coogi sweaters and Gucci belt buckles while I use my PDA. Back in my day PDA got you suspended from 4th grade, now days it gets you email and the weather. I really wanna go to the zoo. I haven’t seen my boy Spot the Zebra in too long. I know he misses me. You know I’m the only person to ever domesticate the zebra? It’s true. Not only is it true, it’s amazing. And science.
This past weekend was Easter. The celebration of Jesus changing his mind. Earth must have been pretty fucking bangin’ back in B.C. because Jesus T.F. Christ died right? Got fucking nailed up and went to HEAVEN...and then he got there and was like I GOTTA GET BACK TO EARTH! He changed his mind about heaven. That’s pretty intense. What else is Rock of Love 2. I’m pretty sure we need to work out a contract where it’s totally legit for the girls to fight on there. And while we’re at it, they should all get a knife. First person to cut out someone else’s implant is the winner. Bret pees on all the losers, so really everyone wins. Especially America. It’s getting so close to Ms. Rap Supreme! I can barely contain myself. The 80 hours of work a week help me. However, that’s all about to change. I’m about to put my whiteface on and join corporate America. But this is how I can infiltrate niggerdom from the inside. Coogi sweaters and Gucci belt buckles while I use my PDA. Back in my day PDA got you suspended from 4th grade, now days it gets you email and the weather. I really wanna go to the zoo. I haven’t seen my boy Spot the Zebra in too long. I know he misses me. You know I’m the only person to ever domesticate the zebra? It’s true. Not only is it true, it’s amazing. And science.
Kat Von D
02-15-MMH8
Bitch you are NOT cute. When I go to FYE to buy a calendar I wanna see Lindsay Lohan and Eliza Dushku and that girl from Enchanted and maybe that girl who works at Whole Foods. Usually aisle like 3 or 4. But NOT you. Your voice is deep as fuck, your mouth is weird looking when you talk, and the faggot you date is straight outta Foghat. I'm going to schedule my Wholly City tattoo appointment with you just to punch you in the throat. And I'll do it on TV. And then I'll get my own show called Judge Ryan Rainbro but there won't be a fucking courtroom. Just me flying around America delivering justice to Winona Ryder and Shia LeBouf. But that doesn't mean I won't neccessarily have a gavel to swing on people with.
Bitch you are NOT cute. When I go to FYE to buy a calendar I wanna see Lindsay Lohan and Eliza Dushku and that girl from Enchanted and maybe that girl who works at Whole Foods. Usually aisle like 3 or 4. But NOT you. Your voice is deep as fuck, your mouth is weird looking when you talk, and the faggot you date is straight outta Foghat. I'm going to schedule my Wholly City tattoo appointment with you just to punch you in the throat. And I'll do it on TV. And then I'll get my own show called Judge Ryan Rainbro but there won't be a fucking courtroom. Just me flying around America delivering justice to Winona Ryder and Shia LeBouf. But that doesn't mean I won't neccessarily have a gavel to swing on people with.
Goodbye Africa. Hello High School.
01-31-MMH8
So someone came in today talking about Hilarry Clinton being the next president of the united states. Yo women can't be leaders. Read a book. Bring back Alan Keyes. He was black enough for me. Obama reminds me of my uncle. My UNCLE TOM. And kids quit rocking for Darfur and shit. Invisible children? If I can't see them they aren't real, just like Jesus, Larisa Oleynik aka Alex Mack's n00dz, and the Voltron live action movie. As far as Darfur, they signed treaties months ago and besides, no good pop song ever came out of Darfur or its conflict. Since U Been Gone? Kelly's AMERICAN boyfriend. Floorfiller by A-Teens? Weak club bangers. Now there's a real crisis in the world. C'est La Vie by B*Witched? DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING. But more importantly than any of that:...
P.S. - Jesus is totally real and he loves you. Deal with it.
So someone came in today talking about Hilarry Clinton being the next president of the united states. Yo women can't be leaders. Read a book. Bring back Alan Keyes. He was black enough for me. Obama reminds me of my uncle. My UNCLE TOM. And kids quit rocking for Darfur and shit. Invisible children? If I can't see them they aren't real, just like Jesus, Larisa Oleynik aka Alex Mack's n00dz, and the Voltron live action movie. As far as Darfur, they signed treaties months ago and besides, no good pop song ever came out of Darfur or its conflict. Since U Been Gone? Kelly's AMERICAN boyfriend. Floorfiller by A-Teens? Weak club bangers. Now there's a real crisis in the world. C'est La Vie by B*Witched? DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING. But more importantly than any of that:...
P.S. - Jesus is totally real and he loves you. Deal with it.
Snow Job (Pairty Haird)
12-11-08
As I emerged victorious in me and IV's snow fight by a curveball to his eyes, rendering him defeated and partially blind in his right cornea...I had a revelation. I realized: I hate snow. That's why I lived in Pomona and Charleston. We don't conceive of snow. And it was awesome making snow hatchetmen and [slide] tackle football in 4 ft. of it for the weekend but I'm glad I have the blustery 85 degree in December weather to return to. We went to this dope fucking vegan pizza place called the Pizza Plant. I got a calzone which they called a POD because (1.) they were payable on death and (2.) the word calzone is racist. Read a book. Also supposedly arcades are still cool in Buffalo. And I thought Charleston lived in the past. There was this grown ass woman with her arms full of tickets like she was trying to buy the 6ft. Hello Kitty stuffed animal and I waited for some little kid to accompany her but nope...ridin' solo. Pics of me and her hanging out coming soon. Round 2 we bus, trained, and walked down to downtown Buffalo which looks like every other downtown I've ever been to. Except 4 times as many bars. Which makes sense cause I'd probably need to be fucking wasted at all times if I lived in goddamn Buffalo, New York. Oh yeah and I think some band played too? I fell in love with this girl who drove us back to the hotel, IV got some cheesesteak Mark was raging about, and we hated on some bearded bitches. All in all a good time. I can say without a 5'o clock shadow of a doubt that...
My heart will always remember right now. I'm a faggot. Peace.
As I emerged victorious in me and IV's snow fight by a curveball to his eyes, rendering him defeated and partially blind in his right cornea...I had a revelation. I realized: I hate snow. That's why I lived in Pomona and Charleston. We don't conceive of snow. And it was awesome making snow hatchetmen and [slide] tackle football in 4 ft. of it for the weekend but I'm glad I have the blustery 85 degree in December weather to return to. We went to this dope fucking vegan pizza place called the Pizza Plant. I got a calzone which they called a POD because (1.) they were payable on death and (2.) the word calzone is racist. Read a book. Also supposedly arcades are still cool in Buffalo. And I thought Charleston lived in the past. There was this grown ass woman with her arms full of tickets like she was trying to buy the 6ft. Hello Kitty stuffed animal and I waited for some little kid to accompany her but nope...ridin' solo. Pics of me and her hanging out coming soon. Round 2 we bus, trained, and walked down to downtown Buffalo which looks like every other downtown I've ever been to. Except 4 times as many bars. Which makes sense cause I'd probably need to be fucking wasted at all times if I lived in goddamn Buffalo, New York. Oh yeah and I think some band played too? I fell in love with this girl who drove us back to the hotel, IV got some cheesesteak Mark was raging about, and we hated on some bearded bitches. All in all a good time. I can say without a 5'o clock shadow of a doubt that...
My heart will always remember right now. I'm a faggot. Peace.
It's morphin(e) time!
11-17-07
Friends today...I embark on a great journey. A greater journey than Fifel's to the new world or even his expansive trip west to Texas. Yes friends a journey even greater than the Power Rangers from Angel Grove to the planet Phaedos to obtain the Ninjetti powers to defeat Ivan Ooze.
I shall go in search of!!!!...
A new job.
Now I have some advantages that Fifel and the Rangers did not. For one I'm a fucking human being, not a mouse. Mice rarely get hired. Although I saw a movie recently where a rat cooked pretty well and I hear chef's make decent wages. For two, my hours are more flexible than Kimberly and Adam's because I don't have to take time off to save the world from Putties and such. So there are forces at work here in my favor. However I don't know if Best Buy or Earthfare would rather me have the ability to morph and I bet Fifel's knowledge of various cheeses could be advantageous at Earthfare. BUT I DON'T EAT CHEESE! That aint VAF. And quite frankly it's racist.
Also I will be going to Mei Thai. The trashiest smallest thai restraunt in all the greater Charleston area. So naturally...it's my favorite. Anywhere I can go and my entire conversation with the waitress goes no further than a 2 digit number, I'm down for.
And after all that I will return to the dangerous land of white people and coke habits, Mt. Pleasant, to "pass the cheer" and be your barista for the evening. I reccomend the Pepper White Mocha...
Well I don't really. But the sign next to my picture says I do. And I believe everything I read.
Friends today...I embark on a great journey. A greater journey than Fifel's to the new world or even his expansive trip west to Texas. Yes friends a journey even greater than the Power Rangers from Angel Grove to the planet Phaedos to obtain the Ninjetti powers to defeat Ivan Ooze.
I shall go in search of!!!!...
A new job.
Now I have some advantages that Fifel and the Rangers did not. For one I'm a fucking human being, not a mouse. Mice rarely get hired. Although I saw a movie recently where a rat cooked pretty well and I hear chef's make decent wages. For two, my hours are more flexible than Kimberly and Adam's because I don't have to take time off to save the world from Putties and such. So there are forces at work here in my favor. However I don't know if Best Buy or Earthfare would rather me have the ability to morph and I bet Fifel's knowledge of various cheeses could be advantageous at Earthfare. BUT I DON'T EAT CHEESE! That aint VAF. And quite frankly it's racist.
Also I will be going to Mei Thai. The trashiest smallest thai restraunt in all the greater Charleston area. So naturally...it's my favorite. Anywhere I can go and my entire conversation with the waitress goes no further than a 2 digit number, I'm down for.
And after all that I will return to the dangerous land of white people and coke habits, Mt. Pleasant, to "pass the cheer" and be your barista for the evening. I reccomend the Pepper White Mocha...
Well I don't really. But the sign next to my picture says I do. And I believe everything I read.
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