Tales of a waitress who escaped the restaurant industry and then discovered a desk job kind of blows - so I put the apron back on. And I deliver pizza because getting paid to drive around listening to music is pretty awesome.
what a douchebag there head must still be up there ass
Things must be a little slow in Momma's basement this morning. That, or his "Chat Room for the Socially Inept" was down for maintenance*. [*maintenance = read: "Online Group Masturbation session to which he was not invited."] I love Anonymous comments. So sad really.
Clearly they do not have a life...FYI I've been a long time reader of your blog, wishing you all the best with your work (glad you have a manager who will take your side) and in your personal life.
Idiot. Money all spends the same. If you earn it, you have a real job. Also I LOVE FRAT BOY. I want to marry that dude and immediately have all his babies.
I HATE people who say get a "real" job when someone works in the food industry! It's not like we're selling drugs or hooking on the corner! STFU people! You're no better than anyone else! PS, I know you're not a server anymore! I still am & I'm more than slightly cranky! LOL!
You guys make me laugh. :) Nexxxus, I have no doubts -- I'd say that person's head is up to the small intestine by now!Skippy, you are fucking hilarious. :)And thank you, Amy, I'm egotistical enough to enjoy someone saying they've read my rambling for so long! Haha!ktree, I love Frat Boy too. He stills comes to find me and bother me sometimes. :)Renee, I'm glad you're out there keeping the cranky alive!
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