So nobody has been formally told that I'm fucking a "Culinary Clerk" whatever the fuck that actually means.  Shawn I think doing what that Danielle girl was doing at Ponderosa back in the day.  She was in charge, I was a workhorse.  She used to do things like take me to fancy coffee shops spitting distance from Lake Michigan and show me all these amazing things I've never seen before - too young and naive to appreciate such things like proper coffee and the beauty of the Lake.  She used to kiss me by the water and get my head all fucked up about how I felt about very basic things.  Had me coming in to work whenever it was convenient for her.  All this shit.  I feel like Shawn might be doing the same thing because she's probably heard through the grapevine of sewing circle mother fuckers the things I've said I'd do to her if given the opportunity.  Things that Brad probably told her the soft cock he can me.  Folding like laundry under pressure.  Fuck all that shit.