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Or that's what I think when I eat a delicious cake...

Today I had to drag out a cake order, no big deal! Of course, I have to show it to the customer before I give it to them. Her reaction? "OH MY GOD, THIS IS THE WORSE CAKE I'VE EVER SEEN. WHO MADE THIS?! THIS LOOKS LIKE IT WAS MADE BY A CHILD! THIS NOT WHAT I WANTED, AT ALL. THIS CAKE IS FOR A 50 YEAR OLD MAN. I WANTED NUTS AND THREE CHERRIES, NOT CONFETTI. I NEED TO TALK TO YOUR MANAGER NOW!"

So I direct her to the assistant manager... "LOOK AT THIS, LOOK AT THE EDGES. IT'S HORRIBLE, THE ICING IS STICKING OUT. IT DOESN'T HAVE THE CHERRIES OR NUTS THAT I ASKED FOR. SOMEONE BETTER GET FIRED FOR THIS!"

Good lord, all that screaming over a cake...

Really, when I get a cake, I don't give a crap about what it looks like or the small details like nuts and cherries. Since they don't really add too much flavor IMO. The food's not gonna stay pretty anyways...

Now... If said food costed over 70 USD for a dish, and looked like crap. Then you should rant. 20 USD? Geez, stop yelling.

Sooo. Remember that girl about three blog posts down from this? The bisexual who rather have kept our relationship a secret if we got together?

Still friends and talking to her, yep... And randomly she says, "Oh, I wish you were my girl. Does that bother you?"

"No. It's just weird that someone already in a relationship would say that."

"My relationship sucks."

"Then why do you stay together?"

"I don't know. I guess it's because I would be homeless. I know that sounds wrong, but I'm serious."

I sort of laughed. Not like it's anything new that women use men, and vice versa. This is so wrong that she's still trying to get closer to me though...

People thinking cookie grabbers steal your password. face -> desk.

...was exactly what I said at work today.

I only recently started working at an ice cream shop, so I don't really know anyone. So I shouldn't have too much trouble with the other workers right?! WRONG!

First off, I have to rant this. WHY IS IT ALWAYS THE WOMEN WHO HAVE TROUBLE WITH ME? WHY THE DRAMA? WHY DO YOU HAVE TO ARGUE ABOUT BLOODY ICE CREAM?! OR SOMETHING MADE UP?!

So back to the co-worker portion... Some girl makes up some story about how I got into a fight with her. And ironically, I didn't even say more than -ten- words to her in the three days we've work together.

Today, a few of the other workers were cheering me on about getting smart with some girl today... And I was wondering... "WTF are they talking about?" Then 5 hours into my shift, some guy finally tells me "Hey Kim, I heard you got into a fuss with Chelsea."

Now wait a second. WTF? even more. She told everyone that "i hated her" and she hated me. And apparently -I- got smart with her first, so we got into this verbal dispute.

I don't even remember this happening at all, maybe I was high on air or something that day. But what is with teenage girls making up stories like this? WHY.

Oh wait, I'm female... and an teenager. Hum. Maybe I'm making this up, ugh. I don't know anymore!

So a friend told the girl I liked, that well, I liked her. That same friend also told her to make the first move... So what did she do? She made the first move!

And this is where things start to get complicated. We text back and forth for awhile, then she texts, "Hey kimmie, i like you too but i have a boyfriend. does it matter to you?" Well okay, let me ask morals about it. Hmmm. Of course it matters. That's basically telling me you'd cheat on anyone you're with!

Next I text her with "Why are you asking me this? Shouldn't you be asking yourself this question?" Her response? "I'm fine with it if you are. If it was kept on the down low though." Great. I should be kept a dirty little secret if we got together.

So, basically. I ended up rejecting her, just because I have a bunch of moral codes I live by inside my own head. One part of my sort of feels I should of just went out with her anyways. BAH.

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Next story! Dad's having an affair! Oh grand. And he blames it on my mom AND me. Why me? Cause I called him an asshole, and my mom didn't defend him when I did. I feel I had every right to call him an asshole for punching me in the eye. And why does he blame it on my mom? Because she's never "sweet" to him. No crap, you're married for 30 years, and work with each other. 24 hours together constantly everyday. You argue! That's how marriages work!

What I can't stand is that every god damned Vietnamese person knew in this county, but no one told her. And worse part? My aunt on my father's side HELPED him with this affair. ARG.

Conclusion? I hate bisexuals and Vietnamese people. (I'm Vietnamese myself, so yes, I hate myself.)