My mom's always cautioned me about burning bridges. But I've always been Irish. Its kind of my thing. I burn bridges. When I'm done, I am done.
I may be about to singe a bridge or two or three this evening when I screw up enough courage to ask about my anticipated stipend for the musical.
In my new favorite show Spartacus they have a habit of saying this expression which tickles me: "Grab hold of your cock and be a man!" Makes me wish I had something to hold onto this evening, but then, I'd probably be arrested for indecent exposure or lewd & lascivious behavior.
In other news I am starting a new endeavor today, which I'm actually pretty jazzed about! I'm a new employee at a wine establishment! It is a great place, the people are great, and now I have ALOT to learn about wine!
So building new bridges and singeing some old rickety bridges. Quite an agenda for an innocent wednesday.
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