holy. shit.
The lost cause of words walks away with my nerves.
oh man. my love
working at a macrobiotic restaurant
- (on the phone)
- guy: i heard that you only heat your food to 80 degrees, but the law says food should be heated to 145.
- me: what?
- guy repeats himself.
- me: ok. well we do what the law says.
- guy: how do you know the temperature of your food?
- me: we use a thermometer to check it.
- guy: well just because i said food is supposed to be heated to 145 degrees doesn't mean you guys do it. how do i know you guys do it?
- me: we follow the law.
- guy: well i heard from someone that you guys only heat it to 80 degrees!
- me: how would they know what we heat our food to?
- guy (very serious): *scoffs* they would know.
- me: uncontrollable miniature laugh exhalation.
- guy: YOU'RE AN IDIOT!
man i have such a girl boner
you could say i’m in a rough patch.
dear future self
i just wanted to tell you, i’m glad you kept trying. and i’m glad that you have such a complete and full understanding of acting. because right now it sucks. like really really sucks. i don’t know what the fuck i’m doing. i think i’m doing everything wrong. and i think i suck. and it’s cyclical and frustrating and embarrassing and i hate it. so good fucking job. i’m really fucking proud of you.
