Poems, photos, rants and raves that are all inevitably me in one form or another.
Girl at BJ’s: How do you like Panera?
Me: Oh, you know, it’s a job. Nice to be done early in the day, by one or two.
Girl: Do you have to start early? Like, 8?
Me: (HAHAHA) Oh, actually, 5.
Girl: 5?? I, like, don’t get up before 9. That’s non-negotiable.
Me: (In head) Must. Be. Nice.