Death by scone

You may be thinking to yourself, death by scone? And i totally understand why you would be thinking this to yourself. But, this story has a principle to it, and i would advise many to listen intently to the subtle moral.
If you are not aware, i work in a bakery. And at this bakery, we make scones.
One particular customer, lets be nice and call her bitch face, decided to have a hissy fit about a scone.
Firstly, it was the shape. It wasn't perfect. According to her, it didn't look right. but it COULDN'T have been the fact that all the scones are joined together, OH NO, it just wasn't adequate for bitch face. This was... tolerable to say the least, i've had worse complaints.
So being the kind person i am, i swapped the god damn scone for her.
After sulking of, as bitch faces do, she shortly returned. Clearly me suffering once wasn't satisfying enough. Greedy Bastard.
THIS time, the scone wasn't cooked properly. it was "raw". A customer who had been at the store for... 2-3 minutes, apparently knew more than I, who has been working there for three years. But oh no... COINCIDENTALLY, the 1 scone of the 24 that had already been sold was raw.
I think not.
And i have taken this to heart because of two reasons.
ONE. do people go out of their way to piss you off? REALLY. WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU CARE WHAT THE SCONE LOOKS LIKE. you're just going to eat it anyway! And NO ONE else complained about the scones. What makes you so god damn special? They have been made the same for 365 days!
TWO. if the scones aren't right, don't whinge to me! Does it look like i know how to make a scone? NO! i don't make... i just sell the bread.



yours scone-ly,
the inexperienced blogger
ash
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an inexperienced opinion

I've decided.
yes, my mind has been made up. I'm not sure what my mind is doing at the moment, but i'm 88.45% sure. Not sure if i'm saying this as the fully conscious inexperienced blogger, or the sleep deprived and socially thirsty inexperienced blogger. Either way, the decision is coming from SOMEWHERE and that's got to account for something.
From this point forward, i would hereby like to add an additional feature to my blog. I'm not too sure if there's a specific word for it, but i will call it... 'an inexperienced opinion'. I will talk about relevant topics and not my own personal failures or conquers. More failures than conquers, but that's another story for another day.
Not sure why this post was necessary, seeing that i could have done this anyway, BUT forgive a girl for wanting to make up a fancy name.
Unfortunately, i am no longer a people pleaser (virtually anyways) so these topics may not be liked by all.

AN INEXPERIENCED OPINION:
Virginity.


Word on the street is that virginity is going as out of fashion as flare jeans. For me, and me personally, it's a big deal. I would like my virginity as firmly attached as possible thank you very much. I don't look down on non-virgins and i certainly don't judge them. Call me old fashioned, but IT'S A BIG DEAL! Go back to the days where the birds and bees were just harmless animals.

A tip for all girls;
if you are 16 or under, and you say that you are 'ready', chances are, YOU'RE NOT!
There are serious ramifications! And i know I'm going all motherly on you, but i just DO NOT support the idea of girls selling themselves short. Girls, you don't have to grow up too quickly. Stay young and enjoy each day, act your age and be yourselves.

Yours rant-fully
the inexperienced blogger
ash
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They say it's better to have love and to lost, than to have never loved at all. I might think otherwise. By loving, you are opening yourself up to so many opportunities... you put your whole entire heart and soul out on the line. uncovered and vulnerable. So do you enter into this 'love' (so to speak) knowing that it will be only a temporary fixation? Here's where i'm at. I am nothing but aware of your past, yet i so desire to be blind to your faults. I know that even the slightest glimpse of hope will generally end badly. That's what happened last time, and the time before that, and the time before that. Who's to say it won't happen this time again? nobody. So it probably will happen. again.
With this in mind... will this be ANOTHER temporary fixation? or are you serious this time?

But does this mean that i'm close minded? well, no.
I guess i'm just not really sure anymore.

hmmm. i began writing this blog knowing which direction i was heading, but now i have no idea to be quite frank.

oh well.

yours in another world,
the inexperienced blogger
ash
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How mutable our feelings, and how strange is the clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery.

hard.



No, i'm not talking about the Rhianna song. I'm referring to decisions. Life is just a million tiny decision pieced together to form our life.
These decisions determine our happiness. They determine what we eat, what we wear, who we are friends with, our safety, whether we miss the train or the bus.
everyday

decision
after
decision
after
decision

Even contained within the earliest forms of literature
to be? or not to be?

life or death situations people!
one minor decision could be detrimental.
minor decision.
major consequences.


yours indecisively
the inexperienced blogger
ash
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sometimes i think...

yes, i think. Sometimes it can be dangerous. But majority of the time it's half relevant.
Sometimes i think i'm a bitch. (and i realise everyone has the odd 5 days every month), but i think i am one.

You see, it's complicated.

i thought i liked you.
we went out.
we talked.
but i don't like you.

and now you like me.
and i still don't like you.
and so, i'm a bitch


and then there's this other one.
who i have blogged about previously.
who I will never get over.
well, i guess i'm still not over him either.

then there's another one.
you said you liked me.
but unlike the first one, i have never liked you.
it's impossible for me to like you.


I'm odd.
I'm going to say this, and i think i speak on behalf of much of the female population, but we all love attention from guys.
and we get greedy.
one person liking us is never enough. But when they wish to pursue this further. We run away like a little bitch.
well, i do anyway

I am writing this with honest intentions.
This is what i am like
This is who i am.

and it needs to stop because sooner or later someone will get hurt!

yours thoughtfully
the inexperienced blogger
ash
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