Sometimes “Best Friend” is an empty title. You know who you are. I think its time we part. This has been a long time coming anyway.
October 4, 2009
4:45 pm
September 30, 2009
1:08 am
I guess we’re adults. The question is, when did that happen, and how do we make it stop?
September 29, 2009
6:21 pm
Vegetarians, and their Hezbollah-like splinter faction, the vegans, are a persistent irritant to any chef worth a damn. To me, life without veal stock, pork fat, sausage, organ meat, demi-glace, or even stinky cheese is a life not worth living. Vegetarians are the enemy of everything good and decent in the human spirit, and an affront to all I stand for, the pure enjoyment of food. The body, these waterheads imagine, is a temple that should not be polluted by animal protein. It’s healthier, they insist, though every vegetarian waiter I’ve worked with is brought down by any rumor of a cold. Oh, I’ll accommodate them, I’ll rummage around for something to feed them, for a ‘vegetarian plate’, if called on to do so. Fourteen dollars for a few slices of grilled eggplant and zucchini suits my food cost fine.
6:16 pm
Ditto.
but I feel guilty for being in a country where all is safe and warm. I hate being so far away, completely helpless. I want to be there, with them, even if it means being wet, cold and hungry. Just to be there. Good thing my parents and family are all okay. I don’t know if I can say the same for my friends. Globe is fucked up, my texts can’t seem to get through. Be safe guys, I love you.
I feel exactly the same way Reese. I would give anything to be back home right now. To just be one with our friends and family. I feel so guilty that I did not get to experience what they went through. I still can’t get over it. I still can’t believe it happened. My heart is breaking for my Manila.
September 12, 2009
3:55 am
Insomnia.
I have been trying to sleep since 1am. It is now 10 to 4.
I’m hungry. I want to sleep. NOW. I have a long day ahead tomorrow.
I am rambling.
I knew I shouldn’t have checked your facebook page and now I am all sorts of distraughts and paranoid.
I want to sleep but even as my head hits the pillow, you are still living in my head. WHEN WILL IT STOOOOOP. SRSLY. So not funny anymore. I have to find something or someone else to think about. Its so not healthy anymore.
See. Even as I click on Create Post, I am still thinking about what you did this week, last night, 4 hours ago and right this second. I am not very good with dealing with this distance thing.
BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH. I will shut up now.
But before I do I’d just like to say, I miss you. GOOD NIGHT. I hope I get the sleep I need after this incoherent entry.
September 11, 2009
2:59 am
My friend asked me, “How do you miss someone you barely know?”
“Easy. Something in you knows. Something feels familiar. The few times I’ve been with him felt like hot chocolate. Like a warm blanket. Like my bed. Like I’m home. So now I miss him. I miss that feeling. Yes, I don’t know a lot about him. I don’t know what his favorite food is, how he takes his coffee or if he hates lettuce as much as I do. But I do know that his smile is upturned slightly to the right. I know that his hands are so soft and warm. I know that he’s a huge adorable dork. Most of all, I know that he misses me as much as I miss him. And I can’t stop thinking about him even if I tried. CHEESE. I know. But hey, I haven’t been cheesy for a long time.”
“He killed the cynical commitment phobe man-eating bitch inside you.”
“Yeah. He turned me into a giddy schoolgirl. Without the bad outfit. “
