havok

I want to murder people.. my second job makes me want to kill. I give Jen and all those other girls so much credit. It reminds me of bartending... and why I STOPPED bartending. Paying bills and having alittle extra is one thing, but wanting to kill myself and others is another thing. What do I value more? Driving my car... or not hating the human race? hahaha.. it does get pretty fucking cold in the winter..hahahahah..

It's all about choices.. but let me tell you alittle story about my other night.. *ahem*

It's not all people that bother me.. there is a specific type.. Usually they come in decked out in ed hardy or von dutch clothes, they lear in and ask me how much my "tatts" cost me while fucking me with their eyes. They proceed to try and talk while trying to act tough and letting me know they are some "sweet really cool dudes". Let me clarify.. being a "dude" is BAD *I got that from my little brother which I thought was hilarious* Or the girls that teeter into the joint in their barstar fucking stupid shoes that they can't walk in, falling out of their shirts and having that "I'm going to throw up" look on their faces. Sweet.. you look so classy darlin.. mind if I hold your hair back while you vomit? I think my fav quote from last night was..

drunk fella "What kinda pizza is that one?"

me "italian sausage and green peppers"

him learing in and staring at my tits.."do YOU like italian sausage?"

me *blink blink* "wow, you are so original. Do you want pizza or not?"

him, still learing and giving me that drunk I can't understand why you don't think I'm awsome look. "uhh well come on sweetie what do you say."

me "well "sweetie" I say why don't you buy your fucking pizza and go date rape your fucking girlfriend."

him looking afraid and turning bright red...silence...

me..yesss...

I do have to just laugh about it or I just might cry.