| .002 | In lieu of recent events. |
[Sep. 21st, 2009|02:30 am] |
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So, who's ready to go to Hell in a handbasket? |
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| .001 | Oh no you didn't. |
[Sep. 8th, 2009|06:00 pm] |
I need money to live. Big fucking surprise, I know. Here's the thing- I'm a god damned waitress. To earn my money, I've got to do a bit of work to ensure that Miss Eileen gets a nice big pay check. Bitch, if that entails flirting my sweet little ass off with your boyfriend for a good tip? So be it.
By the way, he's not that great of a catch (as if the cross eyes weren't your first hint), nor does he tip well. It's been my experience that bad tippers are horrible in bed, deary.
I need a fucking drink. Now. |
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