1/3 of me: I wanna be fit and sexy and have a flat stomach and be lean and have lots of muscle.
1/3 of me: I wanna be skinny and tiny and dainty and delicate and bony and frail and look cute in everything.
1/3 of me: I wanna not give a shit about what I look like and be happy instead.
I hate when people make fun of people who work at McDonalds/Subway/wherever, shut the fuck up, they’ve got a job, they’re doing honest work for honest pay, do you know how hard it is to get a job nowadays, leave them the fuck alone
(via lettersfro-m)
I pissed off some teen age kid at a table I was serving.
Me: I'm sorry, I'll be back with the right plate
Him: whatever
*as I turn to walk away*
Him: *talking to his friends* he's probably a homo, he's too distraught.
*i turn back to the table*
Me: you know, you shouldn't talk about the dude who's about to serve your food, right beside him. Also, learn the definition of homo, it's a root word that means, "man" in which yes I am a man, more of one than you will ever dream to be. So if you're intentions were referring to me being a homoSEXUAL as in MAN-sexual, which I am, then use a correct form of it. Now, sit there little boy, while this gay man goes to get your food for you.
*i leave and come back*
Me: here's your AIDs stuffed burrito you ordered.
His friends tipped me $20
