February 2012
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always feel the most insane after 12 am
There’s a check laying somewhere in my room for $500 and the place in such a state I don’t know if I will ever find it. I feel like I’m in a sitcom, expecting Kramer to enter stage left with something he bought for $500 any minute.
adamchuck:
You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman who loved you.
I’ve got a skeleton that’s deeper than any closet and a bomb I’ll drop on it
Anonymous asked: Do you know where you are going to "move and start something else" or just hanging around for a bit?
Anonymous asked: Where do you work?
Conversations with customers pt. 1
Older Male Customer: I'll have raspberries and blackberries on it.
Older Male Customer: I like it fruity.
Me: Me too.
Older Male Customer:
Me:
Older Male Customer:
Me:
Every Other Customer:
Me: ..So that will be $4.50
it’s actually incredibly expensive because it’s from the stamens of crocuses. and now it’s time for lunch.
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la hierba es verde
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the 7:30, 7:40, and 8:00 alarms are set. three is the magic number of times I need to be jarred into consciousness to get myself out of bed and into work for the Saturday brunch shift. thereafter, alarms and jarring occur until again I rest my head. wash, rinse, repeat.
‘Apres moi le deluge’
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homo alone
one of my biggest pet peeves is when you ask someone “how’s it going?” or “how are you?” and they answer with “not much, you?” you’ve ruined it. how am I supposed to answer you? it is possible that nothing will make sense from here on out. the entire conversation is in jeopardy. at this point, one person in the conversation is already befuddled while...
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the most involved I allowed myself to be in valentine’s day was sending my mom an e-mail telling her I love her. I may not have ever had a serious boyfriend but at least I have a nice mom.
Watchpretty busy at work
If god exists, Rick Santorum has to end up the GOP nominee. for more reasons than one.
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That repeated ‘YEAH I / BE THE ONE / THAT...
proud to say I actuated a facebook status that reads “”Sweet, tart, or bitter?” Bitter, lady bartender, very bitter.”
very bitter indeed.
I know it’s been said and liked and reblogged ad infinitum but I can’t help but echo the “we don’t need to forgive Chris Brown” sentiment.
all of the pains in all of the places
NO TIME 4 FUN NO TIME 2 BLOG
what if I just didn’t return for my double. I wish I was less of a decent human being on these occasions.
child of the cone right now at work. confide in me.
don’t call my name, don’t call my name, Horatio
nightmare
if you describe yourself as “just living life to the fullest” don’t talk to me
the real question is when will that marshmallow catapult kid at the white house develop the technology that will launch my lazy arse around to the places I need to go
sick and tired of being sick and tired
So far I’m waiting outside Johnson & Murphy while he tries on swag
Should I live blog my getting of drinks with gay professor?