vixxen_

I work in a fine dining establishment. At the end of the night, I flounced back into the lounge, put techno on the stereo, turned it up, and yelled across the bar to the other server, "Hi muffin! Is everyone gone now?" He stared at me hard, and I looked. A couple were still in the corner drinking wine. Now, It's not like I shit my pants, or drooled on a customer, but I take pride in my job and THAT was mortifying. I'm badly behaved when I'm on my own time.

I'm stocked up with vanilla vodka and tequila, and other illicit items. Now what shall I wear to this bitter party? PVC or silk? I LOVE being single on Valentines. Fuck. I LOVE being single.

I can't believe I almost got married once.