ION, the single-food restaurant fad has officially gone too far.
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Mmm, potatoes.
How long til that place goes national? Next week? Sooner?
ION, the single-food restaurant fad has officially gone too far.
There was this chain called One Potato Two (One Potato Too?) around 20 years ago. I used to go to the one in a mall in Green Bay.
How long til that place goes national? Next week? Sooner?
Seriously...although, I am dubious about their ability to do a baked potato that is really cooked as well as one I can do at home.
the idea that I’m a failure because I don’t have the prestigious career that everybody predicted for me when I was younger
It's like the curse of the former gifted child, isn't it? I hate that. I'm so prone to it myself -- I was supposed to be a sooper-geeeenius, and here I can't even pick a field -- but I've settled into it. I kind of figure at this point I'm gathering quirky details for my eventual book-jacket blurb (assessed computers for the Navy, edited press releases for Hustler, learned dirty words from her Spanish-speaking students, and spent a year teaching a subject she didn't know from Adam). Once I hit 80 and have to admit that I'm not likely to get a book jacket for the blurb to go on, everyone else will be retired and worrying about their next surgery too, so what'll it matter? At that point the only missed Life Accomplishment I'll have to explain away is not having any grandchildren to drive me to the hospital.
That's my plan. It wouldn't work for you, with your goals and plans and stuff (clarification: that's totally a dig at my aimlessness, NOT your good thinking), but it's how I cope. I'm not sure anyone really lives up to their early promise. If I had to do it over again, I think I'd pretend to be really dumb as a child, so holding down a decent job which (almost) pays the bills would actually be impressive rather than disappointing.
Anyway, I must go make copies, because otherwise my Architecture class will rise up and attack me with... er, lacrosse sticks, I think.
Oops, I spoke too soon. Because there is also this.
Dear NYC restauranteurs,
YOU CAN SERVE MORE THAN ONE THING! I PROMISE WE WON'T BE PARALYZED WITH INDECISION!
ION, the single-food restaurant fad has officially gone too far.
I think there's plenty of room to go further.
It's like the curse of the former gifted child, isn't it? I hate that.
Dude, I was walking and had potty trained myself by age 1. Everything's a disappointment after that.
I feel...stupid.
t feels Joe
Hmm... no, not stupid...
t keeps feeling Joe
Someone want to help me with this? Come feel Joe!