Hi, my name’s Rachel. I don’t have a job, like to eat my feelings, and am really messy. I also smoke cigarettes, don’t work out, and might have a drinking problem. Everyone should love me! Lol?
I just want to scream at the mainstream media
TUMBLR IS NOT COMPARABLE TO “OTHER SOCIAL NETWORKING SITES.” THAT’S NOT THE POINT AND IT NEVER WAS.
If any decision you make involves the reasoning “It’ll be more like… (insert social networking site here” you’re wrong and don’t do that.
Daft Punk - Get Lucky
“We’re up all night to get lucky!”
So, my bar is closing on Saturday. Yep. And while I could write 10 million posts about that, I’ma keep this to the events of last nights.
Some people at the Gaf are mad at me for telling other people that we’re closing. People who, in my opinion, have the right to know. A former bartender and manager who just left a month ago, and the manager of another bar in our “family.” Both are my friends. Both held me while I cried. (And I cried a lot.) And, granted, both of these people will know on Monday, when we don’t open our doors again, that we’re closed. My boss didn’t even have the decency to tell me until last night. Thank god I (ironically) just got a new summer internship that pays, otherwise I would be out of work. I will be still until June 3rd. And everyone’s pissed at ME. Fuck that. We built this bar together and they have a right to know. I am more loyal to them than your secrecy, Darci. I hate that I feel like I always have to pick sides in this stupid managerial feud. The Gaf is my LIFE and now my life is over.
If you say “old sport” three times in front of your mirror Gatsby will appear and awkwardly hit on your wife
“Take ‘em off, take ‘em off, take ‘em off pleeease.” Love. Currently accepting applications for someone who wants to help me sweat my perm out.
Trey Songz - Love Faces