Coincidence That I Had To Sign A Non-Disclosure And Confidentiality Agreement The Day After My Last Post Was Published?
I think not.
In case anyone was wondering, that is why it was deleted.
Kal
When You’re Poor, You Might As Well Buy Some Cave-Aged Gruyere, A Baguette And Some Olives And Eat Like You’re Not
Right now, I am in the process of trying to get a post published on Brightest Young Things about my disdain for Whole Foods. But really, I can’t help but love it. First of all, it is right across the street from my home. Second, the cheeses and the olive bar just call to me.
Anyone who was my friend, or even just a classmate in Syracuse knows that I love cheese. For a few months, it was pretty much my only identifiable trait. I wrote papers about cheese, worked in the cheese department of our amazing grocery store WEGMANS (miss U <3), had a cheese party, researched it…you get the idea. I even read this book. It cost me $20. Look at that guy’s fucking hat.
I am douche bag by default for reading this.
