tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356251894378886366.post70853105928998335..comments2023-10-30T07:26:07.561-07:00Comments on Sexless and Cynical: Why I Renounced the Esteemed Life of a Salad ArtistMerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136689521088636070noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356251894378886366.post-14503328269348895402013-10-28T18:54:11.317-07:002013-10-28T18:54:11.317-07:00Thank you! Oh my god, sometimes I just wonder &quo...Thank you! Oh my god, sometimes I just wonder "maybe people just want to get a salad and NOT make a new BFF." I know if it were me, I'd appreciate being left alone every now and then. So I only make lots of conversation when I have genuine things to say and I only smile when I actually feel, yknow, happy about something. It's creepy to just smile all the time. Merihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16136689521088636070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356251894378886366.post-22174283740641360512013-10-28T17:02:51.247-07:002013-10-28T17:02:51.247-07:00I like the way your deranged smile reminds me of W...I like the way your deranged smile reminds me of Watterson's Calvin when he would start feeling evil. I'm glad you left, you are too good for that job. It sucks not to be able to be real. Wells Fargo makes their tellers kiss serious ass and it makes me feel uncomfortable as a client. I just want my check deposited, you don't need to ask me how my day was, shake my hand and tell me that it has been an "absolute pleasure" helping me. It's BS and degrading to them. Viviennehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01578600776109591896noreply@blogger.com