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Monday, August 1st, 2011
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Okay, listen, guys: I do not flip hamburgers. I know that makes me sound elitist, but right now, I could give a flying fig about social equality and all of that. I've come home every night for the last two months smelling like fried beef and the last thing a girl with my zaftig physique needs is a funky smell to go with it. Arsenic is eyeing me like she either wants to put me outside, or dip me in special sauce and nibble my giblets. I don't like either option.
I'm finding grease in places I don't even want to mention, and that is absolutely the last straw. I may not be a practicing Jew, but I never thought I'd have to think about whether or not I was being prepared kosher.
Again with the elitism, but I think we can all agree that I am smarter than this job. Right? I mean, I could be doing lots of things that are much more mentally stimulating than lowering baskets of frozen potatoes into vats of disgusting grease. The problem is that I'm a high school drop out whose current identification tracks back to a missing girl wanted for any number of crimes by the police in more than once state and at least one government organization.
So I figure that since we're already in this as deep as we are, we might as well face facts and do what needs to be done so that we can stop living underground like moles, or at least do it without worrying when we're going to eat next and what's going to happen if we need to leave in a hurry. I say we get fake IDs.
Chase, baby - I leave this matter in your capable hands.
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| Thursday, June 16th, 2011
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2:23 am
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