Ten Twelve Twenty Three

 Over confidence and over doubtful

Superheroes and victims, only

Grandiosity and vulnerability

February Fifteenth, Twenty Thirteen or On This Day, Eleven Years Ago

 After last night, which is still kind of happening
I accidentally understand you just a little bit better
You were right there with me, at the time
But then, it never happened

Thee 5PE

  I recently had the thought of making written content in the old fashioned fifth grade five paragraph essay format. There are several reasons that I think this could be useful as an exercise at least. I also believe that this could serve as a good outlining format for longer pieces. There is also the potential that the format could actually be an enjoyable format that could gain popularity in our quick content, short format, social multi-media landscape. And I'll be using the five paragraph essay format itself to explore it further.

At the very least, returning to a super easy and familiar format of writing, makes the act of writing easer to get started. This is one of the main problems that writers seem to face. It is so simple to get started, it feels almost like freewriting but results in a much more organized and useful piece, and possibly even easier to get flowing. Writing a five paragraph essay is a super easy goal to achieve.

Diving into a subject, or a segment of a subject with a 5PE could do a lot for expanding on ideas for a larger piece. This could manifest in countless ways. For example, an individual 5PE could be a place holder for each chapter or subsection of writing and in that writing process specific areas in need of expansion, and even how they need expanding, are likely to be discovered. Or perhaps it will be discovered that big words are not needed when diminutive ones would suffice.

The 5PE is the obvious logical conclusion (eek) for literature in the new social media world we all live in. It is the quick format of the written word. 5PE could be responsible for a significant increase in reading and writing amongst those who would not be so inclined without such easily approachable pieces available. With hyperlinking and more complex programming languages like HTML and Java, the possibilities on the internet are endless.

Maybe I will live to regret doing this as I can already here the puritan protests that I have contributed to the downfall of society by bringing brain rot to the written format. But if that is true, I'm probably a bit internet famous now, and at least have some people reading my writing, and don't give a flying fuck. Of course the critics are wrong because more participation on either side of literature would be a net good for humanity, obviously. 

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“Suspended” From Sunnna

12/4/2025

This is a weird place to start. I was just, and have been for a very long time now been being, treated like the way you would describe a fictional dark god treats his (“1+`1” -Jax) generals. I was just subject to the most manipulative conversation that I have ever witnessed in person or gone viral. I’m not sure where to go from here because I know the food industry is corrupt from seed to POS en masse, so business decisions I can understand. But there are too many individuals with control, being lazy with other people’s lives and sanity for that to be a good excuse, valid at times but not valid enough to explain the lay of the land. My latest boss, legal business owner, NOT a “Chef/Owner” in the colloquial sense, gave me a liquor Advent calendar as a holiday gift, months after having an isolated but bad incident involving alcohol, resulting in me legally needing to be sober. And its just like “Oops lol.”
I have been with this concept and jack ass for over a year. Looking back, the red flags were flying, and what’s worse is that I was aware the whole time, but the potential of the location… God damn I still believe in that location, that it is almost the root cause of frustration. He left me and a 21-year-old green slacker alone in his kitchen with his (first) retarded slacker friend and FOH manager for 6 weeks for his Honeymoon after about 8 weeks in. Wait, even that is later along than the first red flags. I learned in the interview that his (soon to be) father-in-law is the landlord and he was a culinary graduate but had a resume on par with, or lesser than mine. I can here the collective groan, but surely nobody who has been running any restaurant mostly on their own for two years will immediately begin taking advantage of their first employees and put a beautiful place like this into idle mode with udder disregard for the experienced professional that made it ok for him to take a six week Honeymoon within the first 3 years of his restaurant opening. He said he wanted to get out of the kitchen… Six weeks ago he tells me there is only 55 hours per week to schedule in a kitchen that is open 72. Today he says that guaranteeing 40 per week all year, gross for the whole of labor, is impossible. This wouldn’t be an unmanageable issue if he wasn’t the worst and laziest line cook I have ever worked with in my career. This wouldn’t be unmanageable if he didn’t demand to count himself as coverage for up to 7 shifts in a row and then hand me a kitchen that I would be embarrassed to be handing over to anyone, as anyone working in the kitchen. This still wouldn’t be unmanageable if he didn’t expect and/or do prep literally during service after handing over a trashed line that hasn’t been stocked for 7 shifts or dishes that haven’t been done in 7 shifts, whilst everybody else in the restaurant needs help. He does unimportant prep during Friday and Saturday dinner service to avoid the stress of being busy. He doesn’t “open” or “close” his kitchen, it just exists in a state of function between 40 and 60% of it’s potential. 9/10 times there is no sanitizer being used if only he is there.

Redhead Coffee Girl in Fall, 2007

Freckles

From her face

Which have sprinkled down

To top her creamy shoulders

Like nutmeg on eggnog

That I wish she was making for me

To sip from that cup

As if her spiced pumpkin hair

Began to drip little drops

I see them on her collar bones

And imagine them on her chest

Where they might actually taste

Of real cinnamon