CONSUMING RAW PECANS IS DANGER @RawPecans@retro.social

all men inherently want things from women, such as but not limited to: pussy, emotional or mental labor, physical effort, social validation, or a general fuck given about you.
so LISTEN: women are constantly disadvantaged, even in the most habitable societies, we are witchhunted to death in the sneakiest of ways.
help women defend themselves by giving them the only thing that matters in ANY society, and always helps: money.

college is a fucking scam and anyone who tells you otherwise is a scammer

rollin in the dough means jack shit if you’re paying hundreds of dollars in loan payments every month for the next decade you imbecile bootlickers who REALLY thought you’d be the one who break the glass ceiling

im not rollin in the dough but im also not rollin in the debt and which matters more at the end of the day

i have no sympathy for college graduates who work jobs that make as much as or less than me. fuck you for falling for that stupid ruse even my dumb ass didn’t fall for. you’re a special kind of idiot and i can’t help you & god don’t wanna

laughing my absolute fucking ass off at people who are crying over trying to find a job in their obscure ass field to use the degree that cost $100k+ whilst my happy tits got a free grooming academy from p*tsm*rt and i’m 24 with five years tenure and three weeks paid vacation + sick time + discretionary time + health/vision/life/dental insurance + 401k with 6% match + make $30-37k/yr

im gonna be like “jessi can we do a 1:1 before we each leave today?” then .... the girls will plan something iconic!!

setting up a scheme to get my salon leader out of the salon so my team can discuss what we’re doing for her birthday!!!!!

‪working on bringing my AU self into actuality. help me achieve this goal by purchasing several of the capes and pairs of leather leggings/boots on my amazon wishlist. i will not reward you for this behavior. to have served me is honor enough.‬

i fucking love say anything please fight me

ok i listened to Every Man Has His Molly and feel somewhat better after singing “I’LL K*LL MYSELF” along max bemis.

i don’t want to do hotel stuff and even less than that do i want to be an assistant//store lead. i love grooming, it makes me happy, and if i could secure an academy trainer position, i’d be making a bit more than i do as a groomer without all the actual “grooming” and with a much more “normal people” schedule. plus like, i’d be more able to keep a full set of nails and go to work with my hair and makeup done

i really really really really really do not ever want to be in charge of a salon again. at least with the current pay scale, it’s too much of a gamble on potentially making very good money VS potentially making very little money, and i can’t gamble like that.
but the only other thing i would like to do is be an academy trainer, and the one for our district is new to the position but a lot of company tenure, so i imagine it’ll be a few years before she’s ready to move on.

i really want to stay in atlanta for the time being bc it’s so fucking cheap but im worried the only way i can move up at work is if im willing to move hella far away and honestly im not??? i wouldn’t mind moving in a few years but i can’t do that again for at least a little while. the past two years have aged me more than the past two decades put together and i need a fucking BREAK from that but i also wanna y’know make more money than i do, sooner than that.

better yet, be my friend who knows im in love with them a little bit and doesn’t acknowledge but does actively do things to make me fall for you worse. god. i will write such nasty things for you.

i don’t have a plan for this stream of consciousness; it’s just doing its own thing. i’m gonna wait another couple hours to reply to her so i’m actually awake and able to re-read what i write to ensure it’s in no way rude or dismissive or butt-hurt-sounding. i understand not wanting to fuck me now, but i’d like to keep the option open to fuck in the future.

a picture is worth a thousand words. if i was some fuckboy you didn’t want anything to do with, you would have had no reason to attach that to your words. but i’m not a fuckboy, i’m a Fucking Poet and my words definitely made you feel some type of way or you wouldn’t be so afraid of your feelings. i give people deep feelings they didn’t know they had in them, and it’s terrifying.

like obviously im gonna respect what you’re saying but i will do so while planning my own actions to reflect the outcome i can see very clearly. which is that you do wanna fuck me and you’re kind of uncomfortable with it bc of some other things that have happened in your life, so you’re giving me the line you give everyone you wanna fuck but also distance yourself from. simultaneously, you sent me a pic of your tits.

look it’s just really fucking hard to be intuitive as fuck all the fucking time bc i can read what you’re saying but i comprehend what you mean and i know how much of it you’re saying out of habit rather than speaking from the heart and im not sayin i can read minds or predict the future but i am saying i can smell bullshit and not plan on stepping in it