Guess what I did this weekend? It hurts super bad and I’m totally over refinishing my stupid bathroom cabinet.
nigga if a girl wants to talk to you every minute of the day, wants to talk on the phone to hear your voice, wants you to send her pictures because she likes seeing your face, wants to introduce you to her friends and family, willing to travel distance for you, wants to smother you with affection, waits for you no matter how long, sticks by your side no matter how much wrong you’ve done
like dude she fucking loves you man dont fucking waste a good girl like that
If you take a young man and woman and they both tell a stranger that they work in the same restaurant, it’s very likely that they will assume that the woman is the waitress, and the young man a cook.
But I thought a woman’s place was in the kitchen? Not when she’s being paid for it. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize the implication of this. A woman’s place is one of servitude.
this fucking hit me like a fucking train
I cook in a kitchen at a restaurant. And I proudly run circles around all the men I work with. My place IS in the kitchen, my heart is in the kitchen. I love what I do. Just sayin.
I crawled into his bed last night. I pretty much haven’t moved since then. I slept most of the day, preparing myself for double shifts all weekend and ignoring any responsibilities I should have been attending to. I have a feeling things are gonna change real quick here, regardless of whether I’m ready or not.