poppystrike

I hate people. Specifically those who choose to drink in my bar. This guy bought a bottle of Crystal for hundredsixtyfive and didn't even tip me after I cut up fresh strawberries and fetched black pepper for him. What a fucking asshole. Then after he'd drank two bottles of the stuff, he decides he wants to talk to me. I just looked at him like 'if you're seriously trying it on with me i'm going to smash you in the face with the wine cooler'. What an asshole.

So after five hours of being rushed off my feet I finally get my cigarette break. I go outside to make a phonecall and I feel a prescence behind me. A voice stutters 'what are you waiting for?'. I turn round and there's the freakiest looking guy with wierd brown grease all over his hand right in my face. I was like 'um, i'm just on my break'. I walked off to continue my phonecall and he followed me. I was a little freaked so I said 'i've gotta go' and legged it back inside. The retard followed me. So I ran into the girls toilets and hid. He scared me. When I came back out he was being kicked out by Matt. My night in shining armour.

I got home at half two. Why i'm still awake I don't know. I'm talking to Meelee on MSN cause she's the best and has WIERD connections. He spies are EVERYWHERE!

I need sleep. I ate a crumpet. I have only pants and a mans pyjama top on. Oooh xXx