Chelsea martin lives in Oakland, CA with her homeless boyfriend, a situation that has to be some kind of famous paradox / unsolvable math problem, and works in customer service which is really awful for someone so full of hate for other people, especially filthy hipster idiots with intentionally ugly haircuts, not that that’s relevant, but I think it’s okay, I think I can just give people coffee and it’s okay if I look sarcastic when I smile or if I say something that doesn't make sense. I think deep down inside most people remember what it’s like to be a fourteen year old girl pretending she's not going through puberty. I think deep down inside most people don't remember what they've ordered anyway.
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