i read all of my mutuals posts in a unique voice that i invented to best represent them in my brain

shift so bad my cobartender & i had to sit on the curb and share an american spirit

went and saw some shit and i looked really hot the whole time.

ovulating me is something that belongs in a different dimension

we don't even have a dishwasher behind the bar, they want my hands to fall off

tbf i'm the one that likely poured too much sanitizer in the triple sink. it's my bad but im still gonna cry about it

sleeping with disposable gloves filled with aquaphor on my hands in an attempt to get rid of a chemical burn/rash/allergic reaction. i fucking love bartending dude. this shit is epic

how am i supposed to find all of my emotional support mutuals that i never interacted with but care about deeply