I just got home and wanted to text my friend and catch up and whatever but I have no reception from my bed and fuck you life gawsh.

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So the other day my friend Trent said that I seem to know some really weird people and I dismissed it, because who isn’t a little odd, ya know? But in light of what’s been happening at work at the moment I can’t help but think he’s a little right…

The new chef has his first name tattooed up his forearm, really frigging large and he’s a scrawny ol’ white man but insists on calling all the waitresses “Bella” and isn’t allowed to see his children because he was recently institutionalized. Another chef, the apprentice, cried all over me this morning because her lizard “ran away” but in reality was hiding under her bed.

I feel like there was more hilarious things to tell but I’ve got a headache and nothing is funny right now.

Jack Nicholson, 1984

about my future.

I made a mind map about everything I’d like to do/achieve but I don’t know what I want. I want too much but have the motivation to do nothing? I just want somebody to say YES EMMA THIS GO AND DO IT NOW.

ergh.

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