workin on a sunday

the cream puffs were successful but they were also attack cream puffs.

not a person got away with biting one without it exploding custard down their chest.

also, did you know that good custard takes like 10 egg yolks, heavy cream, a shitload of butter and sugar?

fat. fat fat and sugar.

yum.

i went to two parties. i'm knackered, as them island folk like to say.

it's sunday and i'm at work.

later i'll be going to a benefit concert for the cho cho.

the cho cho likes to sit on my shoulders and snort and wheeze in my ear.

yesterday: i did a-ok.

today: guh. i'm tired. and i'm at work.

i'm going to go do work, then. since isn't that the stupid point.

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