sometimes i think of me working in the cafeteria dish room(fall '09)
and i DON'T miss it at all.
i often forget i was a slave to that room and always got dish(chunky food) water splashed in my face, hair, and all over my cute keds.
don't miss it at all. but i do miss the cool jams we would listen to.
anytime i hear some hip hoppish muzic, like this, i remember i use to wash dishes for a living.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
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