Ze Russian Chuzzle. |
My name is Heather. That is all. |
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ohhhhboy, i like dem dreads.
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Notesdammit i really miss eddie izzard, i need to netflix some fucking stand up from him, pronto.
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omg I love how that girl’s just like “Tornado, you need to hold the fuck up I need to fix my hair”
^ gotta look fab
hold mah earrins, imma bout to make dis tornado mah bitch
reblogging for ^^
That’s not a tornado… that’s a wildfire that has encroached it’s way to a neighborhood. Funnel clouds don’t just appear out of nowhere, there are no cumulonimbus clouds in sight…
reblogging because some people in this world are stupid enough to mistake SMOKE for a tornado……………… how do you not recognize smoke when you see it…..?
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Notes i is buss lady. uhm. buss girl. uhm. bussbird. uhm.i clean up yo shit afta you eat, mah fucka. i waste butta and creama. i wipe your leftovers on muh pants, i pull around a cart that dont wanna do what i tell it to. hey, maybe i even vacuum dem floors in the dark. yea, so what, what if i do. i stare at lake cumberland, and i ignore dem hoes. what, what you gon do bout it. WHAT YOU GON DO BOUT IT. WHAT THE FUCK YOU GON DOOOOO BOUT IT.
I’m still full of energy. sorry guys. sorry. all of the apologies
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so i may be mistaken, but i feel as though they’re trying to hire me for dining room
anddd to that i say: “fuck that shit”
i really hope it’s just that they want me to meet my boss and discuss everything with her IN the dining room, and not that they’re training me for dining room right away. i think i’ll keep my dreads down to make them rethink that, if in fact they are actually thinking it……
I am socially retarded, i will explain, i have dreads, i will explain, people scare me, i will explain.
oh poo, i really hope it’s just me sitting down and discussing details and such, cause i cannot be a fucking waitress….. i will buss…i can do that shit. i’d even be a hostess lady thing. but i can’t take orders, and i can’t carry a tray with piles of food on it for the life of me, i have yet to manage even carrying two bowls of water back to the cats without spilling a fourth of it, much less carrying peoples meals to them on a tray. ahg. i’m doing exactly what i told myself not to. i must not think about work until it is upon me. i am capable of telling them what i am NOT capable of, i should not be freaking myself out. for all i know everything is perfectly fine and indeed i am meeting the lady in the dining room for a little meet and greet.
I’ve made it perfectly clear i will try anything, but that i would really very much prefer housekeeping… i’m just over thinking all of this. it will be fine. I did shockingly well with my interview, and i will do shockingly well with whatever today throws at me. and if i do not, i will let myself be miserable and disappointed for ONE hour, and then i will contact my friend and see how it’s going with my application. and i will kick my anxieties ass, with all the might and will power i have, because i’ve had the first taste of personal success since years ago, and it tastes fucking good. i WANT a job, i NEED a job, i will GET AND KEEP a job.
Time to wash face, brush teeth, and mentally prepare. i leave in 30 minutes.
