Dear Ks4SmjGw,

I hate you.

The Stink

It was overwhelming, I told him on my cigarette break sans cigarette. It was fermented juice and food, leaking through a trash bag, microwaved and sautéed in rotten body odor. I fled to the bathroom, where I thought I could dwell freely without such an odious stench, yet the bright lights drew out a pulsing migraine.

h a p p y a n n i v e r s a r y . !

decaf or regular?

Last night, a man ordered lemon tea and multi grain waffles. I later slit his throat, chopped him up into pieces, threw a lime in the bag, and dropped him in Lake Michigan.

I returned, washed my hands, and selected the Clarke's song list. I thought it would be neat to end the night with the National Anthem, like when the olde tyme tele shows would go off air.

This concept was lost on the Mexicans I work with.

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