Film

Was asked to star in a film. I can really have fun by messing the whole thing up (it's a foreign language film) by translating the lines with tweeking. They will never know what I am really saying. It certainly is an advantage that I tell customers to sod themselves with a couple of large rats in heats, in different language with my most charming smile on and they'll never know. I can change a line of, "How about some breakfast," into, "You fancy a quickie?" and it'll be a blast. That was all I was thinking while this guys was telling me of the ideas of the film. I said yes.

Pepper bomb (silly)

Who ever gets pissed off would do this. It could be the salt bomb sometimes, I personally prefer pepper, is easier to clean up after. I mean, what sort of a brain you got on your bloody shoulder to think grabbing handful of pepper bags and throw them at me would be fantastical, just because I wouldn't give you extra cheese or extra red sauce on your chips. You are supposed to be in the height of your academic career, you are a uni student, shouldn't you care to at least debate on that, on the number of nuggets, on the position of cheese on chips, on the temp. of buns, instead of throwing bloddy salt 'n' pepper, even if you are wankered with snaky B. I would be more than happy to debate on them topics with as much knowledge on every subject as possible, before the closing argument; "I'm not serving you." in addition to the snapping finegr at the securities, so you'd be escorted out. That's why I am EXECUTIVE kitchin bitch.

Nuggets

"You serve the best chicken nuggets in here," was told so. "You make the menu into something actually edible," was the least of compliment of all. "I get them only from you," was probably because I givem them for free. That's all becasue, well, I care.

So in love

When in a darkroom, when facing down to that stinky liquid under the glow of the orangy safeness-almighty, dipping the resin coated into that wave and wait, dip, dip, dip, there you go, I see your eyes, I see the lines of your brows, I see you nostrils and there goes your lips. that is the only moment I truly fall in love, I am pierced by your eyes in the waves. Using a machine to do that is like making love to a vibrator, maybe less messy and safe and all, but I never get you, you come out high and dry, where is my fun? I want you in those waves, rocking, swinging, repeat as needed. The other day I was facing to them machine, waiting for my angel to come out, high and dry, I suppose, I was all alone, kneeling down so I can catch you before thrown into the tray, and you have landed into my palm, with wings with drips of blood, dark grey blood, with streaks of shadow, probably from the x-ray, and oh dear god, I got it, I was all yours, without waves, couldn't stand up, had to touch the grains on your wings, they were almost flipping, with pixels dust all around.