About & "FAQ"
Some stories are based on real events, locations, people, blabbity-blah. Some are pure fiction. Some are both. I'll let you decide what you want to believe.
Please don't ask me if the story is real or not. If you believe it, good. If you don't, good. You shouldn't be so gullible, anyway, especially concerning stories on the Internet.
And why 1128? Because 11/28. If you know me well enough, you'll know the significance.
I am now going to address the questions and thoughts that are in your head, presumably after you've read one of my stories:
When do you write these stories when you work a 9-5 job?
I write these during my breaks at work (two ten-minute breaks and a half-hour lunch) and idle time at home or in my car. I schedule the posts to publish at specific times during the day. This is so you don't assume I don't do work. My day is filled with spreadsheets. This is how try to entertain myself when I'm off the clock.
Are you not scared that your relatives will read these and think you're a slutty pervert? I don't think you would want your grandmother to read about you whoring it up around town.
I have learned early on to not expect the support or understanding of kinsmen. If you are a relative who is disgusted by my "sex confessions", go away. Simple as that. No one is forcing you to read these. Your lack of sense of humor and your gullibility are buzz kills. Frankly, I don't have the time to make you think better of me. It's not like I'm trying to join any family reunions any time soon.
What about future employers?
What about them? Suppose I no longer work for the bakery and am looking for a new job. Do you think I would stay with a company who will judge and reject me because of this blog, which in the first place has nothing to do with what I am qualified/certified for? An uptight workplace that stifles my creativity can suck it. Life is too short to work for a company that sticks their nose into their employees' hobbies.
What made you decide to do this?
I was reading Chelsea Handler's memoirs from the day I started this blog to the present time (as of 5/21, I am on Uganda Be Kidding Me). This should explain why a lot of the posts are kinda lewd. That said, some parts are exaggerated for comedic effect. I'm not as dick-crazy as my posts seem. Just a little bit.
But you talk about sex, penises, and cooch. That's not something a classy lady should be posting on the Internet.
That is not a question. But according to French fashion designer and Nazi agent Coco Chanel, "In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different." Do you know how many sickeningly sweet and positive bloggers and individuals there are in the world? Majority of them are boring. My posts will never fall in that category. Take your class because the society you believe you live in is a farce.
Please don't ask me if the story is real or not. If you believe it, good. If you don't, good. You shouldn't be so gullible, anyway, especially concerning stories on the Internet.
And why 1128? Because 11/28. If you know me well enough, you'll know the significance.
I am now going to address the questions and thoughts that are in your head, presumably after you've read one of my stories:
When do you write these stories when you work a 9-5 job?
I write these during my breaks at work (two ten-minute breaks and a half-hour lunch) and idle time at home or in my car. I schedule the posts to publish at specific times during the day. This is so you don't assume I don't do work. My day is filled with spreadsheets. This is how try to entertain myself when I'm off the clock.
Are you not scared that your relatives will read these and think you're a slutty pervert? I don't think you would want your grandmother to read about you whoring it up around town.
I have learned early on to not expect the support or understanding of kinsmen. If you are a relative who is disgusted by my "sex confessions", go away. Simple as that. No one is forcing you to read these. Your lack of sense of humor and your gullibility are buzz kills. Frankly, I don't have the time to make you think better of me. It's not like I'm trying to join any family reunions any time soon.
What about future employers?
What about them? Suppose I no longer work for the bakery and am looking for a new job. Do you think I would stay with a company who will judge and reject me because of this blog, which in the first place has nothing to do with what I am qualified/certified for? An uptight workplace that stifles my creativity can suck it. Life is too short to work for a company that sticks their nose into their employees' hobbies.
What made you decide to do this?
I was reading Chelsea Handler's memoirs from the day I started this blog to the present time (as of 5/21, I am on Uganda Be Kidding Me). This should explain why a lot of the posts are kinda lewd. That said, some parts are exaggerated for comedic effect. I'm not as dick-crazy as my posts seem. Just a little bit.
But you talk about sex, penises, and cooch. That's not something a classy lady should be posting on the Internet.
That is not a question. But according to French fashion designer and Nazi agent Coco Chanel, "In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different." Do you know how many sickeningly sweet and positive bloggers and individuals there are in the world? Majority of them are boring. My posts will never fall in that category. Take your class because the society you believe you live in is a farce.