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// Entry 3 
// Story: Cinnamon's Journal 
// by Mocha Star 
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Entry 3

        Work was tartarus.  Is that even supposed to be capitalized?  I don’t care. Tartarus!  BUCK ME WITH A HORN!  There, I said it today and wrote it just now.  My boss got fired.  They know I’ve been there a little while, a couple moons, but I’ve done so much and was ready to take the spot as head cook at this dumb kitchen in a dumb bar.

        The boss said he will put an add in the paper and if no one else takes the job in two weeks he’ll consider me.  ME?!
        
        Like I’m the second meal from a rabbit’s butt.

        I’m the vomit the dog eats.

        I’m the pony that gets the mare second or third in the line and has to mix my fluids with the others’.  All sloppy and BUCK A DUCK verlion queef ice cream with no cheery or whipped cream!

        I’ve been cooking for six years and you think I’d get a hoof up?  You think that a great colt would move up a rung on the latter.  What the tartarus am I supposed to do?!  Wait until some idiot, plot hole, comes in from Celestia knows where, and is my new boss?  Changing the way everything is done?  Everything I’ve set up?  The salads go to the right and pizza’s are on the left.  The manager that was just fired had them crossing over each other in the middle!

        Well, what about those of us who can’t use magic huh?!  I don’t have a horn so it matters where stuff is.  What if they get another unicorn head cook?  I’m verlioned, seriously.  There’s no way I can queef my way out of this.

        And the bartenders are teaching me new swears I don’t know WHAT THEY MEAN.

        Maybe I can queef the boss’ wife.  She seems like a reasonable lady and would be open to some discussion.  

        I can give her something to bribe her?  Get a good word in with the owner, maybe I can queef him too  Beg him for more bits.  I hope queef’s slang for talk.  The guys were talking about it coming from her lips, so it has to, right?

        Celestia help me if I’m learning the foal’s lingo wrong.  Maybe I can have a queef with Celestia someday.  That’s reaching, though.

        Okay, I feel a little better.  I, just need to relax.  I think I know a mare who can take four minutes and make it seem like twelve.  

8D)

        That’s a smile, I can’t really draw.

        And cherry is spelled wrong up there, but I was upset.  Furious.  You know what, journal, I think I made the right choice writing in you.  You’re a better listener than most ponies, you don’t fly away like that bird I got.  And you don’t talk back like my wife or friends.  Hehe.  I’ll see you soon. XOXO

It’s a very stallion thing to do XOXO, right?  Queef ya later.