Why must people always insist on choosing saturday mornings to do loud ass yard work? Like my neighbor is retired, she could have it done any day of the week, but nope Saturday (when I wanna sleep) it is.
I just watched a guy order an iced caramel mocha (which I'm sure is already sweet) and then he added roughly 5 tablespoons of sugar to it. I'm currently concerned for his well being.
Last night I dreamt that I found a restaurant in Santa Rosa with the bessssst downhome southern food and fried chicken. Very sad to wake up and not have that as my reality.
My body: hey girl, you need some water!
Me: so I should have some coffee?..
My body: no.. Water.. H20.. We're feelin lethargic AF over here.
Me: *sips my venti iced coffee*
My body:
"What's your name?"
"Randi"
"Brandy?"
"No Randi, with an R"
"Oh.. Isn't that a boy's name?..."
*awkward silence*
"I guess not since I'm a girl and my name is Randi"
@allisonxoxo6 "Nah nah I'm fine"
*internally* fuck fuck fuck fuck I'm not fine. Side of dressing, 3 waters, salad for those bitches, shit i didn't ring in my food!...why are they seating me a 4th table! Ahhhh!"*l
My guest, whose 40TH birthday is today, really just asked me why I didn't I.D. her and was genuinely offended... Um bitch cuz you're fucking 40 and you look fucking 40. #serverlife#sorrynotsorry