Monday, March 27, 2006

And here's Nigel to tell us the sport....

It's true.
My girlfriend is batshit.
But since I am at least as batshit as she is I suppose that it's ok.
We keep having these weird little implosions. Don't really know their genesis. Odd things send us both into a tailspin. You can never really tell.

I had a minor freak out yesterday about her travelling to Pittsburgh when I learned that she was going to be meeting friendbots. (a descriptor I coined to distinguish between real life and online friends)

Back to the Kitchen

3 Comments:

At 7:58 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey Chef,

You don't know me but I met Trouble in PGH earlier this week.

Wow! After reading your post I can understand your concern with her meeting up with us. Holy shit man that was messed up.

Keep blogging Chef I like your attitude.

 
At 1:43 AM, Blogger Robin said...

Holy shit is right! I had to read your post to my hubbie... I cannot imagine getting that text message.
Love the friendbot label, reminds me of something Anthony Bourdain would say. And that is meant with all due respect!

 
At 2:29 PM, Blogger Paperback Writer said...

I agree with the second anonymous (the first doesn't count, stupid spammer). Anyway, we (me and Stevie) met your wonderful Trouble the other week here in Pittsburgh. She was nice and friendly and was constantly texting you to make sure you knew that she was okay.

 

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