miss_lady

Sorry I haven't written alot of you wonderful people back.

I went out Thurs. night, and finally checked out this new gay bar my friend opened. My friend Eddie and I went, after having a bottle of wine and watching him find the perfect outfit to X-Tina Aguilara (sp, whatever). We were good--we took a cab. An early night turned into a late night, and it seems that I get into more trouble at gay bars than anywhere else. There was a room w/ nothing but boys in little underwear and big boots dancing on the bar, and one of them hopped down and tried to make out with me and grab my ample T & A. Now, if you're a go go dancer at a gay bar, is it good for business to be all over a real girl? Of course my "friend" was just laughing as I was running away.....thanks for offering to punch him out, asshole. Oh well, I'm a big girl. So, $60 that I don't really have later, we're getting into a cab at 3am and I realize I need to get up 5 hours later. Didn't quite make it. I've already put in my 2 weeks notice at my job of 2.5 years, so why not call in sick? Of course Eddie, who's the GM, is there bright and early, just to annoy me. All that cardio he does must make him feel better in the morning.

So, I've had a few days of fucking up, which I do sometimes like everyone else. It's just more surprising when I do it, since everyone has this idea that I have my shit together.

I have a plan lined up for when I quit the spa in a week. By the way, my boss said "oh, ok" when I told her it was time for me to move on. My friend said it was because she was in "shock"..... . I would like to be told thank you for over 2 years of hard work, and for increasing our clientele more than anyone, but it's enough that I finally realize how good I am. My clients promise to follow me, which I'm counting on so I'm not screwed. I do impulsive things like this sometimes, and it forces me to get out of my comfort zone and change things for the better.

So, off to work now. Listen to Franz Ferdinand, and watch Da Ali G Show staring my boyfriend Sacha Baron Cohen. Love, miss lady.

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Looks like my friend luxnova got the zot. Tsk, tsk. Why do I love people who will end up getting zotted? 'Tis sad.

**************************Another Edit, Mofos*************************

Ok, I've spent the morning browsing (or lurking) through a few journals of random people, and my question is this: WHERE THE FUCK IS MY EUROPEAN VACATION?! Fuck you little bastards, fuck you. Oh, but I've been to cool-ass Japan, and you haven't, so HA FUCKING HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! love and too much coffee, ms ladeee