AWESOME
Sore throat so no Kareoke for me while bartending tonite. But my boss keeps filling my cup and including me in rounds of shots. I think he’s trying to get me drunk…..
Meh…
Been a crappy coupla of self-confidence killin days and im still feelin a mite sad this evening. Time to bust out the big guns. Tonite we use the water bong with the massive bowl and YouTubing all the Eddie izzard I can find. I refuse to give into depression… let the self-medication begin!
Really?
We’re in a crowded bar, and you ignore me to flirt with another girl. That happens all the time, and I can deal with that. What I have a hard time swallowing is that you would rather spend the nite with a stripper than with me. She makes the cut and I don’t? Really?
Once again, you’ve managed to annihilate what little confidence I had, with almost no effort whatsoever. Bravo.
