Re: postcards: bread and butter
[Fresh baked and wholesome.]
To speak to your actual bread question - I have, but only at a bakery. As for the subject of your metaphor, I will simply have to hope my secrets are only half-baked. It's a funny thought, isn't it? Perhaps only to me. I've never been anyone's perfect match. Have you?
Oh, my supernatural nonsense has nothing to do with the place and everything to do with my self. I like it because it suits me. I've worked other jobs that didn't. To be where you seem to belong is a good feeling, no? Precisely. I get to.
Well, I'm not Wonder Bread either, I hope. I was serious for myself, and for them, in retrospect. At the time, growing up, I was desperate for them to take me seriously.
They're a bit more off the grid than that, I'm afraid. I believe I'll see them again, though.
I don't live a celibate life, necessarily, though it can feel that way. When you say you take a break from being the life of the party, what does that mean? Explain it to me.