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September 28, 2007
So I said, I know I use you but you fucking work for me, and if I want to chain you to the fucking counter-top and whip you with Udon noodles until your thighs are bleeding vegan tofu, I will.
This is Chef.
The names not creative, but he works the moniker solo. Like Cher.
Theyre both Queens.
Hes offered me a vintage merlot, spits at the mention of the movie Sideways, and keeps generally entertained as I sit backstage in his kitchen.
I tell her to go back and try again, and not to come out until Im straight.