WHO SAYS WHO SAYS YOU'RE NOT PERFECT WHO SAYS YOU'RE NOT WORTH IT WHO SAYS YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE THAT'S HEARD IT TRUST ME THAT'S THE PRICE OF BEAUTY WHO SAYS YOU'RE NOT PRETTY WHO SAYS YOU'RE NOT BEAUTIFUUUUUUUUUUUL
Can I be a in movies? Am I star potential? AM I PRESIDENTAL!?
Today I feel like not doing anything. And not in that fun way that song puts it. I want to sit on the Angel's Flight in Downtown Los Angeles and stay there for six hours... But no. I have to work and deal with fat black ladies yelling at me because I forgot to take pickles off their burger. It's like... ok we forgot. Get the fuck over it. We'll just get you another burger. AND THOSE FRIES ARE FRESH!