Hello, all! Or, perhaps, "Hello, both!" would be more appropriate. Let's be positive here though. Life is good. I'm waiting tables at Smokin' Charlie's in Warsaw. That being said, I feel compelled to tell you that this is not a permanent position for me. I'm going to be a comedian. So, waiting tables might be permanent, but not necessarily Smokin' Charlie's.
It really is a great place to work. My co-workers are fabulous and the food's good. And I suppose there's worse things I could come home smelling like than barbecue. I suppose I could have landed summer work as a circus elephant pooper scooper, or the oil girl for Mr. Fat and Sweaty America. (I'm not completely sure either of those are real jobs, but they would likely smell worse than barbecue. Please, just work with me here. We both know you don't come to this blog for truth.) All that to say, come in and ask for me. I'll most likely be there and will give you the best dern service of your life. Don't even mention my southern accent. It happens when I'm at work. I can't explain it. I don't try.
I'm loving my small apartment in Winona Lake! Living alone certainly has its perks, as I barely wear clothes indoors anymore. Especially when I'm home. Really though, that's never been an issue for me before. The one issue I have with the place, as I find all of it's little ghetto eccentricities charming, is the fact that sometimes I feel like I live directly on the sun. There's a certain level of naked where you just can't strip down any further to cool off. Between two ceiling fans and a window ac, perhaps my face won't melt off this summer. And if it does, I guess that's just more good comedy material.
As always, I'm going to take my last paragraph to claim that I'll write more, and "I really mean it this time," but you know me better than that. Check back again when my hulu queue is empty. Then I'll have a few minutes for a witty quip. Until then, have a lovely day, and as always...Keep on truckin'!
