all my friends say i started shooting doubles when you walked in
In case anyone at all is interested, I've been pretty busy lately. I finally got a job and started working earlier this week- what a relief! I'm hostessing at Red Robin, a gormet-burger restaurant. On the upside, I enjoy the work. It's very active, social, and fun. On the down side, I'm working with my sister, who is a waitress at the same place. This isn't bad in the way that it sounds; I don't mind working with her, but I feel like I'm the little kid who's hopping along in her footsteps. It's a feeling that I can't quite shake lately- I hate feeling like I'm skipping in her shadow. I'm my own person, thank you very much. There's no personal vendetta in this, it would be the same for anyone.
Anyway, besides that disturbing feeling, things have been pretty okay. Nothing horribly exciting. In fact, I'm just making a post because I haven't made one in awhile- you know, perhaps I should give y'all a heads up every once in awhile. Oooh, speaking of y'all.... it's started to get worse. Ever since I started working, I can feel it creeping up on me slowly, and there's nothing I can do to stop it.
The Texan accent. "Hey guys, how are y'all doing?" "Y'all can follow me." "Will this table be allright for y'all?" "Okay, y'all enjoy your dinner." Hell, today I even let a "thank y'all" slip. It's a slippery slope and I'm shooting down it. Next thing I know, I'll be "fixin' to get this ready", ditching my little car for a big-ass truck, and riding a longhorn steer to work.
Also: I fucking hate annotating. I was taught to never, ever, EVER write in books. How, then, can I feel good about ruining books and rendering it unreadable, all for a pretty grade? I can't.
DEAR LIBRARIANS,
I AM TERRIBLY SORRY THAT I AM RUINING FINE LITERATURE. IT IS AGAINST MY BETTER JUDGMENT. I WILL PAY THE ACCORDING LIBRARY FEES, EVEN THOUGH IT'S MY OWN BOOK. I HOPE THAT THIS OFFERING WILL APPEASE YOU, AS YOU ARE CERTAINLY OFFENDED. SORRY AGAIN.
ALL APOLOGIES,
ME
Anyway, besides that disturbing feeling, things have been pretty okay. Nothing horribly exciting. In fact, I'm just making a post because I haven't made one in awhile- you know, perhaps I should give y'all a heads up every once in awhile. Oooh, speaking of y'all.... it's started to get worse. Ever since I started working, I can feel it creeping up on me slowly, and there's nothing I can do to stop it.
The Texan accent. "Hey guys, how are y'all doing?" "Y'all can follow me." "Will this table be allright for y'all?" "Okay, y'all enjoy your dinner." Hell, today I even let a "thank y'all" slip. It's a slippery slope and I'm shooting down it. Next thing I know, I'll be "fixin' to get this ready", ditching my little car for a big-ass truck, and riding a longhorn steer to work.
Also: I fucking hate annotating. I was taught to never, ever, EVER write in books. How, then, can I feel good about ruining books and rendering it unreadable, all for a pretty grade? I can't.
DEAR LIBRARIANS,
I AM TERRIBLY SORRY THAT I AM RUINING FINE LITERATURE. IT IS AGAINST MY BETTER JUDGMENT. I WILL PAY THE ACCORDING LIBRARY FEES, EVEN THOUGH IT'S MY OWN BOOK. I HOPE THAT THIS OFFERING WILL APPEASE YOU, AS YOU ARE CERTAINLY OFFENDED. SORRY AGAIN.
ALL APOLOGIES,
ME