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FallFromGrace making the world better for people, one drink at a time..

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age: 27 (Mar 26, 1981)

MEMBER SINCE: March 2004

occupation: Bar Manager

makes me happy: Making good drinks, making money, new jeans, lame compliments.

gets me hot: Glasses, Girls who don't get shitfaced and hit on me. Ambition.

sign: Aries

most humbling moment:

stats: Poised to take over Seattle.

into: Fashion, Nightlife, Liquor, bartending, Hanging out with my friends, making new friends, Flair bartending, good comedies, cussing up a storm and getting drunk.

makes me sad: People who order drinks by saying "I'll take a Cranberry Vodka". OK douche, I don't have a cranberry vodka for one thing, and two, it's "VODKA CRANBERRY". I will pour you so fucking light you'll actually end up being sober by the end of the drink.

heroes: Hugh Hefner.

fantasy: Supreme dictator of booze.

body mods: The usual.

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Tuesday

JULY 15, 2008 @ 03:25 AM | 3 COMMENTS

I am creeped out.

a couple posts back I made mention of a problem with an employee. I don't know what to make of these current turns of events, but It's got me nervous.

Basically, I found out sunday that the employee is quitting and moving to Alaska to hang out with my old manager, the guy I replaced at the bar. His name is Bobby. That's no big deal, and the news left me feeling pretty relaxed; the situation was going to resolve itself.

But tonight I got a phone call from the Bobby. His message to me? "Be careful who you are dealing with". Now I'm wondering what kind of shit is going down... whether I'm gonna get jumped, get my car damaged, or have other people in my life fucked with.

Could be that this is just a method to fuck with me and nothing is going to actually happen. Could be, he's drunk and that explains it. Could be I'm going to get the shit kicked out of me or killed by a former marine who's studied martial arts for the past 7 years.

aside from buying mace or some other personal protection device and parking my car in a different location, I don't really know what else to do. This bullshit has got me scared.