Finally found the right nut and bolt I needed, dinner was a sham, and life being single

Finally found the right nuts and bolts to put back together my light array on LexiBelle, but wouldn't you know it, hardware store closed before I could get there to buy a small bag of wire nuts. So feeling somewhat dejected decided to enduldge in a Beef & Chedder from Arby's here. Makes me ask the question, although I'm probably knowing of the correct answer , but how stupid do you have to be to work at an Evanston fast food place? Arby's , McDonalds, even Burger King in some places like say Twin Falls Idaho seem to have it together, but does it take a slight light to go on, to remember to serve up HOT food, especially the curly fries at Arby's, along with the cheese sauce in the little cup, and it be at least luke warm? Of course there's no end here. One little blonde snippet gal that works for McDonalds owes her job to me in part because I suggested to management that they hire her in the first place, but today I stood there for at least 15 minutes waiting to get my order taken. This little Amber chick must have one of those under-developed miniscule minds, or something but the fact is, these people do not realize that its me as a customer that pays to eat there that pays their paycheck. No customer , no pay check. Must be correct when my pal and Knyte member Nate told me a while back the best place to eat in Evanston , is Salt Lake City or at least metro-Utah. So dinner was a sham. 
Finally, living life single, while I love the trappings and things of being married and all, I'm just not yet ready I don't think for the stress and restrictions of being hitched. I love being able to sleep all I want, I love being able to eat what (or who) I want, I love being able to go to the shop, which is my therapy, since me out getting greasy and oily, tinkering has a tremendous benefit on my brain. My maybe soon to be SheWolf, asked me what it is about hosiery, legs, feet and toes that fires my furnace. The question is one even I can't really figure out, started in 6th grade somewhere, and has endured. The one thing that Monkee did for me was help me experience that flavor of foreplay, to the point both of our appetites were hightened. Later on , after consulting with our human relationship expert Sue Rogers,(Sex with Sue, Quivering Jello) the explanation was simple, at some point in my early years of sexual progression, I had to have had a great experience with the foundation being nylons. As such the imprint remained. I was able to at least engage this passion with Nurse GoodBody during some our radio sessions a few years ago. She gave me all the mouthwatering feet and toes in hose that I could handle. And for awhile until she gave up the gig to pursue other vocational interests, but my appetite for things leggy, was satisfied to the point the hunger was no longer there. Even years before that, there was a slightly overweight gal I met through media in Tooele Utah by the name of Eva Marie. During the first interview she got things heated by letting me play with her toes in hose. Later I moved in with her there, and I thought that was the moment of surrender to the bells of matrimony. But then came auditioning I can't count how many women poured through that split level house for about 2 months, that getting kinky with Eva was so repulsive that I finally moved into her basement apartment for a time and ultimately out of there to a place on the west part of Tooele. This relationship of me and SheWolf is a thing still under construction.
TTYLY