dear raymi

aw

i understand your hatred towards the douchey clerks.
i try my hardest not to be one of those chicks
i know what they wear looks better on them than me
sux but its true and im not bitter
i work at a c-store and there are tons of fit attractive chicks that
come into the store wearing things i wish i could even think about buying
and regardless of what their wearing its my job to be nice. everyone has SOMETHING
to say about everything.
i think the things you wear are so creative, look good and seem to fit the
mood your’e in for the day, or moment. anyway…
theres no point to this email really, i had a few too many jackncokes after work and
and just putting off bed cuz that means i hafta wake up and go to work in the am….

-dannielle

we went back to the same liquor store yesterday and i saw one of the chicks working, she has looooooong black curly (crunchy over processed) slick hair (woodbridge hair) and wears a huge fleece shirt over her uniform, to cover up her dumpy body. i purposely did not go to her check-out. while in the store i was thinking man, is it like part of your job to criticize every woman who comes in there when they leave? then i thought would i do the same, and honestly, as much of a judgmental dick i am, i wouldn’t, i pass up on a lot opportunities to rip into people’s outfits, meaning, i ignore other people, and if a hot babe (competition) comes in on my radar i do a mental note to take (copy) something from her outfit and thumbs up her in my head for a job well done. the only people i do slag in my head are the ones with bitchy attitude, no matter what they look like, but if it just so happens you’re a cunt to me on top of being ugly, you give me no choice but to chalk it up to self-hatred and bitterness on account of looking like a troll, not my problem.

two years ago there is no way i could wear tight leggings or short shorts, and now that i can, the transformation you notice in how people treated you when they knew you before you were a cow, during when you were a cow and now after when you’re ok (cos we are never ever satisfied are we) with your body, their attitude toward you changes slightly, resentment and bitterness, while all along during your starvation quest you were like i am dieting blah blah bla and they’re like IT WON’T WORK because they do not want you to get thinner, but you stick to your guns and do it anyway, and fuck them.

though cos of my big mouth (confidence, FUNNIER THAN EVERYONE ELSE) i’ve always noticed some chips on shoulders, anyway, now it’s monumental, to the point where you wonder hey i haven’t seen so-and-so in a long time, wonder why that is?

the moral of this post is i am always a victim. always.

and no i do not wear this outfit everyday, i took a ton of pictures and didn’t use them all at once