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.
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.

family first.
If

you didn’t leap from my beave with explosive infant force;

you have no fucking right to call me, “Momma”

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