Well, hey there! How ya doin'? Yeah? Hm. Then come on in and have a beer/coffee/tea/Vitamin Water/whateverstopbeingsuchafuckingpickylittledouche.
Halloween weekend is over, tg. Gah! Not that I dislike Halloween. On the contrary, I fucking love it.( I get to play dress-up? All day? REALLY!?!?!? And no one will think I'm a freak/hooker/asshat? Really?! Dude...) It's just that, working in a bar on Halloween weekend is something akin to Hell. (Fitting as we made the bar look like Hell. No Hell like, dear-god-won't-you-motherfuckers-get-your-over-served-asses-out-of-my-bar-so-I-can-clean-up-this-Basra-level-mess-and-go-the-fuck-home Hell but bones and heads and flames and shit Hell. (Not literally shit. Stop being such a literal twat. Gah!) The actual bar was Heaven (haha. get it?), and the lounge area was Hell. We all had to dress up like angels, demons, devils, what have you on Thursday night for the official party:
Deomonatrix. wahwah. Really, it was just an excuse to buy a new roll of bondage tape.
(that's the bar's Hummerlimo behind me, btw.) And I got puked on that night too! YAY! 
Friday night, I switched it up and got a little crinoline and some cheap-ass children's angel wings. (And some serious false lashes!)
SOrry for the shitty quality of those. I'll have good pics from the bar's website sooooon. Spent most of that night tormenting the DJ and sitting in some dude's lap so he'd keep buying me drinks.
Saturday, I was lazy. Wore a white tank top that *barely* covers my ass with bright blue panties and my comfy platform-wedge boots (as opposed to my black stripper boots Thursday and suer-precarious rhinestone stilettos on Saturday), with my wing necklace and told people I was an "earth angel". wahwah. And now I have the song stuck in my head.
And then Sunday...
Got myself a new crush.
On a boy even.
Hm.
He's been a regular at the video store for a while. We almost always talk when he comes in if it isn't busy (re: all the time). He's a balletor. (That's a mister ballerina.) He asked me last week to come to the world premier of Christopher Fleming's Three Musketeers. Our friendly protagonist would be dancing the part of d'Artagnon.
Holy shit, y'all. Men in tights.
*wipes drool from keyboard*
Yup. It was good stuff.
Found out he's also into a lot of the same hip hop groups and MCs and stuff. Well, smack my ass and call me Betty. I go me a mancrush! haha
ANyfuck.
I need to get to class. Nothing like being late because you're having dirty thoughts about a danseur noble. (Another word for a mister ballerina, he tells me.)
Qs:
1. What's your name? Who's yer daddy?
2. Is he crazy rich like me?
3. Ever been puked on by a stranger in a non-sexual sense?
4. What's the best gettin-it-on music?
5. Post a pic of you in costume. ANy kind of costume. *winkwinknudgenudge*
Halloween weekend is over, tg. Gah! Not that I dislike Halloween. On the contrary, I fucking love it.( I get to play dress-up? All day? REALLY!?!?!? And no one will think I'm a freak/hooker/asshat? Really?! Dude...) It's just that, working in a bar on Halloween weekend is something akin to Hell. (Fitting as we made the bar look like Hell. No Hell like, dear-god-won't-you-motherfuckers-get-your-over-served-asses-out-of-my-bar-so-I-can-clean-up-this-Basra-level-mess-and-go-the-fuck-home Hell but bones and heads and flames and shit Hell. (Not literally shit. Stop being such a literal twat. Gah!) The actual bar was Heaven (haha. get it?), and the lounge area was Hell. We all had to dress up like angels, demons, devils, what have you on Thursday night for the official party:
Deomonatrix. wahwah. Really, it was just an excuse to buy a new roll of bondage tape.
(that's the bar's Hummerlimo behind me, btw.) And I got puked on that night too! YAY!
Friday night, I switched it up and got a little crinoline and some cheap-ass children's angel wings. (And some serious false lashes!)
SOrry for the shitty quality of those. I'll have good pics from the bar's website sooooon. Spent most of that night tormenting the DJ and sitting in some dude's lap so he'd keep buying me drinks.
Saturday, I was lazy. Wore a white tank top that *barely* covers my ass with bright blue panties and my comfy platform-wedge boots (as opposed to my black stripper boots Thursday and suer-precarious rhinestone stilettos on Saturday), with my wing necklace and told people I was an "earth angel". wahwah. And now I have the song stuck in my head.
And then Sunday...
Got myself a new crush.
On a boy even.
Hm.
He's been a regular at the video store for a while. We almost always talk when he comes in if it isn't busy (re: all the time). He's a balletor. (That's a mister ballerina.) He asked me last week to come to the world premier of Christopher Fleming's Three Musketeers. Our friendly protagonist would be dancing the part of d'Artagnon.
Holy shit, y'all. Men in tights.
*wipes drool from keyboard*
Yup. It was good stuff.
Found out he's also into a lot of the same hip hop groups and MCs and stuff. Well, smack my ass and call me Betty. I go me a mancrush! haha
ANyfuck.
I need to get to class. Nothing like being late because you're having dirty thoughts about a danseur noble. (Another word for a mister ballerina, he tells me.)
Qs:
1. What's your name? Who's yer daddy?
2. Is he crazy rich like me?
3. Ever been puked on by a stranger in a non-sexual sense?
4. What's the best gettin-it-on music?
5. Post a pic of you in costume. ANy kind of costume. *winkwinknudgenudge*
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meagan:
SallieMae is who i'm using. Student loans suck. 
eric_only:
Happy Halloween
