Salutations!
Jessica is what my mom calls me.
I move a lot. Curse even more. Books, people...spines. Be nice. Just be a kind person for fuck's sake. i shave my crotch and eat meat. Everyone's rights, right?

passion is also welcome.
SNUG
AS A.
How was your night, love?

Don’t say, “defecating discretely is something I’ve mastered.”
Don’t comment that picking at your face started out fine then quickly spiraled out of some sort of adolescent acne KHole.
Don’t mention trolling attractive women on the LMN website.
Don’t bring up anything about The Sims.


“I mostly just hung around”

I’m sorry.

Welcome to Wondy’s! What religion are you?

The customers I am cruel to do not care if I went to college … what books we keep on our shelf remains useless information. All I am there to do is hand out food and return slightly correct change.


If someone gives me a compliment I stay passive about a “skill” I feel like they are patronizing me. I get more worried about weight more than ever now. Constant visualizations of growing wider; as wide as some as our customers deeply and I mean morbidly frightens me. I think about the food we serve and feel guilty. I will never call in. I have been insanely late with no repercussions. I almost lost my job when I wasn’t being peppy enough. Don’t tell me to smile if I’m working my ass off. That is what I am there to do. I am utterly replaceable. If I feel a rule is arbitrary I don’t fallow it-this has nothing to do with any sort of food safety. -
I enjoy rude customers more than anything. No sarcasm. I kind of developed a tendency to laugh at them if they yell at me…their tensions rise and I laugh harder.

Is this bad? I’ve never, ever been such a shitty human being.

I wish I hated my job because it was hard. Not because I am ashamed of myself.

However, I met my best friend in this town, Rose at work. Which led you to meet Albert. I love those assholes so much.

WHY IS THIS THE ONLY GOD FUCKING DAMNED PLACE THAT WILL HIRE ME?

WHAT THAT FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?

What if I do this forever?
If I get pregnant, what do I do? In terms of money.
I’m not proud of this.
I’m no better than anyone.
I hate when any sort carpooling vehicle is equipped with a pissy mom/troop leader /yoga mat owner

But before and after that….

There is you


There is always love. Always.


I will do this until there is something else
I never will never, fucking ever quit unless I have another job.

Please do your Fasfa, darling.

Listen hear,
Hag.
Gush.

Today I married the love of my life.

so much love.
search tags & blogs.

oh did you mean that subject with a dick going in them?

no, tumblr.

poor Kirby.

oh bread,

I do not knead you in my life as I once thought.

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