January 2012
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on hair salons, tips, and bad journalism.
Today, a columnist from the Calgary Herald called me with a request to talk about tipping. Without giving me a chance to talk, she went straight into a rant about how it’s not fair that our debit machines have a 20% tip button on them. according to this dumb broad, having a tip option on a debit machine “pressures” clients into tipping.
She then proceeded to suggest that...
tomorrow
i will attempt to be an adult and wake up an hour earlier than i normally need to
i can be a bossypants and do nothing but drink coffee, read emails, and spend my entire shift setting up and swatching the entire new CND nailpolish display that’s arriving.
(my corporate office sent me a box of blank fake nail wheels with a notice saying that “it is best recommended that you paint...
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sit down in good earth to have a coffee and read my book, not even a minute later a guy sits down to talk to me. THE GODS HAVE ANSWERED MY PRAYERS.
just kidding, he wasn’t very good looking, but my faith in humanity has been restored.
after having my driver’s license for three and a half years, i have finally decided to take the advanced road test and have a full class 5, non-probationary, 15 demerit piece of identification.
or rather, i only have one demerit left on this current class 5-GDL license out of the possible 8. which means when the time comes to pay off my most recent ticket, i would face a suspension.
so,...
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creaturecrawl asked: That looks like a very sexy Lp
people who hide their friend list on facebook
are real shady.
you’ve got minimal online activity, yet you spend all your time on the internet. being charming to bitches like me, i suppose? you can’t fool me.
i don’t necessarily take pleasure in hardcore social network research, but i do take pleasure in busting your pathetic ass. you must be a real sick fuck for even trying to cover up a relationship of approx. two years....
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broken record boy
I should have seen it the first time, or the second, or at the very least when you repeated yourself again in your stupid text messages:
krazy
krazy
krazy
crazy
crazy
me? boy, I’m braided with adjectives of all sorts; I’m too busy [for your nonsense], annoyed [by your perpetuating existence], and undoubtedly sorry for you.
you, on the other hand, have always been nothing but...
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wait, what?
are you really going to make a joke out of my name and reference to me just because you feel like it? is it monday morning blues or sleep deprivation that got to you?
i’d get mad but i just don’t understand it anymore, nor can i be bothered to try. it’s not clever nor funny. it’s not even your idiotic friend drunk-tweeting me on new year’s eve. it’s nothing but...
got half a bottle of dexedrine,
and suddenly, work coasts by despite it being a typical, slow monday; i started (and finished) my overwhelming amount of laundry as soon as i got home; beat my high score in bejeweled blitz on my phone in the laundry room, and when my phone died, i read half of sex, drugs, and cocoa puffs as my clothes dried. my closet is so tidy that it could pass for a clothing rack in a boutique. and now...
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book and literature tumblrs give me a ladyboner the size of the one caused by ryan gosling.
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there's an LSD special on national geographic...
if you’re a psychedelic mermaid cat lady like me, you should watch it.
something is really wrong with the people on toddlers and tiaras.
the insane housewife mothers are all “let’s bleach your hair!!! are you gonna have fun with your friends???”
and the poor four-year-old is like “I don’t have any friends. I want my hair back to brown.”
these bitches should be locked up in a cage with the animals on jersey shore until they...
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Listen. I have a proposal for you. Hear me out and then you can accept it or...
– great house
hanging out in good earth, reading, drinking a latte and waiting for my car to get fixed.
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car is dead and ditched in a parking lot.
fuck everything, we’re going to punk rock bingo at broken city tonight.
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And so you go out with girl, and you’re driving. “So what are you reading right...
– Henry Rollins
that’s the kind of men we want.
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how dare you tell your friends to tweet me "k is...
glad to hear that your frenemy-filled party is highlighted with gossiping and tweeting about little ol’ me! it was god damn new year’s eve and i’m still the centre of your attention (or at the very least, your conversations). what a sick honour. i’m gonna give it a week, maybe two, till one of you retards says shit about another one of you and the whole fake arrangement of...
at denny’s in last nights dress and make up. becoming more and more unimpressed with the crowds of sheeple passing through this place.
it’s 2012, you guys. holy shit.
December 2011
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