one time when i worked at the beloved kfc, a lady came through and ordered a buffet. after she got everything she wanted, she came back to the counter with her tray of food and asked me to keep it for her–she’d be right back–she had to run home because she forgot her bottom TEETH

moved half-way into the apartment on friday. there are over 23 stairs to get upstairs and i thought my leg muscles were melting after going up and down about 40 times. apparently the walls are thin and my neighbors have young kids. it’s still nice to have my “own apartment” but i need someone to share it with if i want to have any money. yesterday was nice. we went out for 85 cent coffee when we woke up and spent most of the day laying in bed. why was it 56 degrees in july? later we went for a 982374 mile walk and talked about how english majors are notoriously alcoholics and gossiped about teachers with bad hair.

Everything’s changing again. day after tomorrow I’m moving out into my apartment…today i turned in my kfc work uniforms and picked up my last paycheck. tomorrow’s my last day at the gas station. i may come back home this weekend right after moving, after settling a little and some job searching, and “quality time” together. my dad has skin cancer on his nose again and surgery is monday.

we had a yard sale last weekend and i am $38.45 loaded.

yesterday at work the man that always comes in to buy a case of 9.99 pabst blue ribbon light came in and asked if they were working me hard. i said yes, and he said, “they can’t work my women hard. i don’t like when they work my women hard. they don’t wanna make love when they get home! know what i mean?” and my heart melted.

<3 <3 <3

hopefully when i am older i will have leather-skin and 8million wrinkles and a husband that wears “big mac” brand overalls and a grin covered in crumbs

This morning at the gas station I heard the phrase, “slicker than snot”. I also had a brief conversation (one-sided, I was on the receiving end) with a man. We sell some soda that is in bottles, and the man was referring to them saying, “Y’all are trying to take us back to the good ole days! Everything’s nostalgic anymore.” And time stood still. Later, at the kfc job, I was told that I was pretty young to be a shift manager, so I guess I still look about 15.

tonight my boyfriend asked me permission to sign up for the same advanced poetry class as me next semester.

so now I almost feel obligated to stay at my job because they got me a new engraved name tag that says “Manager” below my name.

yesterday at work i had to bring meals out to a family (who didn’t realize they are supposed to pick their food up at the counter), and had to stand beside the table for a minute while the family held hands, bowed heads, and prayed before their meal. it was really awkward.

days left until my last at kfc: 11