Alright, i am the worst journal writer to have ever existed.
ive come to terms with that.
to those bitchy customers i deal with daily:
my employment as a drone in the service industry means nothing except that i make money by selling you shit. it does not mean that i must wait on you on hand and knee because you are too fucking stupid to figure out how your camer works. yes, i am in the servICE industry, not the servANT industry. you want a slave? go talk to the babylonians and see how they fared, jerkface.
gymnastic julian.
julian socrates boxes is out pet crow with a tattered wing. right now julian is hopping around his cage, spinning and jumping from perch to perch.
in case you would like to know.
ive come to terms with that.
to those bitchy customers i deal with daily:
my employment as a drone in the service industry means nothing except that i make money by selling you shit. it does not mean that i must wait on you on hand and knee because you are too fucking stupid to figure out how your camer works. yes, i am in the servICE industry, not the servANT industry. you want a slave? go talk to the babylonians and see how they fared, jerkface.
gymnastic julian.
julian socrates boxes is out pet crow with a tattered wing. right now julian is hopping around his cage, spinning and jumping from perch to perch.
in case you would like to know.
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(see, i have to post lame comments in your journal, cause it's even lamer if i do it while we're in the same room or something. i mean what's the point in commenting when i can walk 10 feet and tell you myself?)
anyway, see you tonight HOT STUFF. we can paint the town red. or maybe just hot pink.