There is a kitty in my apartment. Unfortunately she isn't mine, and her ears are mangled. But she's cutes and cuddleful. Her name is Stella. I can't wait to get my cat, just as soon as Josh comes here for like, the third time ever.
It's really hard for me to feel motivated to write in this when no one comments. Bitches.
My work is amazing - sometimes. The people who are happy and make me good food for free and then write me notes on my plate that say "You're special" or "Have a great day!" are awesome. The people who do not do somethings correctly (like on the register) frustrate me because I'm the one closing most nights. But the food is soooo good and its making me a snob. I can't stand to eat much else. There's something to the whole raw food bit, even if it can't reasonably be applied 100% in someone's life. The biggest challenge is knowing how to make delicious raw things as opposed to boring raw things. For example: Pumpkin Pie in a Bowl Soup, or Herbed Avacado Soup, or fucking banana, raw chocolate and almond milk smoothies. Not just carrots and celery.
I updated my work's website today cause I've officially been given access. It isn't much different, but my extremely awkward autobiographical paragraph is on there. It's hard to make those things sound good. You should write one for me (not that I'll actually post it necessarily, but just cause it would be funnnn). Seriously. Write a biographical paragraph about me, and make it extra ridiculous.
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