Even a lack of any sort of cash hasn't stopped me from going out and getting drunk this weekend. I promised myself I wouldn't go out but after what happened on Friday, I was seriously ready to explode. All of my cash went into bills as my job forgot to pay my annual leave then I was stuck listening to a customer yelling at me about the charges on his bill for about half an hour when he refused to even read what the charges were for and then I got 20% on my call rating which is bullshit. I'm fucking perfect at my calls.
Fuck Friday just sucked but the girls dragged me out. They get me into the clubs for free and randoms just pay for my drinks. I've foiund there is always someone willing to pay for your drink. You've just got to be a dirty dirty whore. Talk to them and make out with them and then slowly fade into the crowd. Usually I skirt around the issue of giving out my number but I actually did this time. I kinda got sick of taking thier money and leaving. So I don't know. I'll see what happens I guess. I'm not even insterested in a relationship. I'm just feeling guilty.
Saturday night was pretty much the same thing. The girls dragged me out and randoms brought me drinks. Caught up with the same chick of whom I gave my number to. I guess I'm the booty call while she's here on holiday. Which is fine by me.
I probably should sleep. I should really have a weekend off. I can't remember the last time I actually had one. I can't remember the last time I showed up to work on a Saturday sober. I think I'll get another job. I have become dissatisfied with the organisation or should I say disorganisation.
There's nothing I really want. After I got my Vespa, I've been feeling like I don't have anything to work or look forward to. I just need some time to think.
Fuck Friday just sucked but the girls dragged me out. They get me into the clubs for free and randoms just pay for my drinks. I've foiund there is always someone willing to pay for your drink. You've just got to be a dirty dirty whore. Talk to them and make out with them and then slowly fade into the crowd. Usually I skirt around the issue of giving out my number but I actually did this time. I kinda got sick of taking thier money and leaving. So I don't know. I'll see what happens I guess. I'm not even insterested in a relationship. I'm just feeling guilty.
Saturday night was pretty much the same thing. The girls dragged me out and randoms brought me drinks. Caught up with the same chick of whom I gave my number to. I guess I'm the booty call while she's here on holiday. Which is fine by me.
I probably should sleep. I should really have a weekend off. I can't remember the last time I actually had one. I can't remember the last time I showed up to work on a Saturday sober. I think I'll get another job. I have become dissatisfied with the organisation or should I say disorganisation.
There's nothing I really want. After I got my Vespa, I've been feeling like I don't have anything to work or look forward to. I just need some time to think.
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Now, please tell me you will be at Combichrist on Thursday night.
If you aren't, I'll cry.
People must come to Combichrist and hear the music of Andy. Dance, and dance and dance.
Grins.