I don't have anything in particular to blog about, so you know the drill: ahh, the freedom of the fictional blog.

Today was just fabulous! The head chef created a new type of cake and named it after me! Not bad for my first day on the job, I must say. It has nutmeg and mango chunks in it, and he called it Gateau Naolat! Everybody else was wondering why he named it after me, but he wouldn't tell. And if he wants it kept a secret, then I won't tell either! One of the assistant hostesses kept givin' me stink looks for the rest of the afternoon.
It's not MY fault that Gateau Phyllis just doesn't sound as appetising.

I didn't think I'd actually get the receptionist job at "Horse Ovaries 4 U?Catering ", but when I mentioned that I had experience killing and preparing my own meat, the scales tipped in my favour. Not sure what that has to do with the usual receptionist duties, but I guess time will tell.
Here's to an equally fabulous tomorrow!

C.O.T.

This is the first time I've ever taken a real interest in the U.S. presidential elections. Please Lord, we all need your help on this one.

A different competition...but the same ol' shit.

What does a girl have to do to get a partner with a sunny disposition around here?
I can't go through that every time we compete. I just can't Tha'd be ludicrous.