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[Oct 8th, 12:22am] |
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I really don't understand some people.
They bitch and moan about the fact that they wish people would be more honest and straightforward, but when someone gives them that type of an answer, they get their feelings hurt. That, or they're appalled.
I myself am a very honest person. Sometimes brutally so, I've been told. So why even ask me a question about sex or... I don't know, if you look fat in that outfit, if you don't want me to tell you?
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| 008 |
[Sep 25th, 11:08pm] |
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All I'm going to say is that I'm glad Brazilian woman don't have a hairy stereotype to live down.
In fact, it's quite the opposite, isn't it?
ETA:
Apparently this place is devoid of a sense of humor.
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| 007 |
[Aug 27th, 12:23pm] |
I don't understand some parents.
The last few nights, I keep seeing this woman with someone who I can only assume is her daughter, at the bar. Not that that's a bad thing, but it really doesn't look like the girl wants to be there. She's a minor too, so it's not like she can drink either. Why drag her there, to watch you get drunk? That's not quite the image I would want my kid to have if I even ever have one. Call me crazy.
Which, really, I don't understand going to a bar here and not drinking. I mean, designated drivers aren't needed. And it can't be fun just to watch everyone else get drunk. Sure, if you want to hang out with friends and that's where their headed, but... I don't know.
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[Jul 21st, 8:10pm] |
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Well, this surely was a great way to begin the week.
At work, I completely dropped a liquor bottle on the floor, and somehow, when I was trying to quickly clean it up, I sliced my arm in the process on a piece of glass. It was a pretty damn good cut. Fucking hurt. As if that wasn't embarrassing enough, I proceeded to nearly pass out at the sight of it, and had to leave a whole two hours early.
Great. Just... Great.
I always end up fucking up on the job like that when something's on my mind. And too much is.
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[Jul 8th, 1:31am] |
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Ay dios mio.
I love my job. I really do. If not for the sole reason that I get to witness people making complete asses of themselves. And when they're celebrities? You can't go wrong.
People make scenes without even trying. I like to just observe how people react to each other in bars anyway, so you really don't have to dance on a bar to get attention from me. It never fails that you always have the desperate male wandering around, hitting on everything that has tits. Not that anything is wrong with that, but it amuses me when he gets turned down so often, but sometimes, at the end of the night, there's that one girls that goes home with him. It makes me wonder whether he changes his approach for once, if she's just desperate too, or if she's just way too drunk to care and will go home with the next guy who flirts with her.
Those are interesting enough in themselves.
And then you have nights like tonight. I don't know how it started, but apparently there was a really public fight and one of those actors got pushed in a pool. Then he comes back in, soaking wet, and just keeps ordering shot after shot of rum. Not that that's the amazing part. The amazing part was him thinking he needed to announce his apparently recent singledom, and he just fell right in front of me as I was yelling at him to get down.
Not that jumping on a bar is a bad thing, but the guy was way too drunk. And of course, he broke his arm. Nobody can say I didn't try and stop the guy, and he nearly took me down with him. Not my fault.
Oh, bartending. Don't ever change. And I have to admit I'm going to miss this whole movie production once they're finished. I don't know how I'm going to wind down tonight after all that excitement though.
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| 004 |
[Jun 16th, 11:55pm] |
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[Posted about 5 am]
There's only one good thing about not being able to sleep around here: The sunrise is ten times more beautiful when you haven't slept for the night yet.
I got off about an hour and a half ago, and couldn't sleep. I just kind of wondered out here. I might as well just stay up and go for my morning jog, then take a nap. Work just gets me so wound up that it's hard for me to wind down sometimes.
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I guess you can call me a follower, since I too am about to rant about sports. At least mine's a completely different sport.
Fucking Spurs, man. They end up 0-2 over New Orleans, only to come back and take it. Good on them. But that doesn't mean they should try it again. But again, they're 0-2 against the Lakers in the Western Conference now. Perfect. The first game, they're ahead by 20 points in the 3rd quarter, only to lose that gain and get beat, and this game they get their asses handed to them. They'll have the home advantage next game, and they have a tendency to play better then, so I'm hoping they pull out some miracle, which they've done before. They should have let Ginobili rest so he could play better next game, not make him hobble his ass around.
And my Brazilian friends left me and were replaced with... I'm not even going to start.
Ugh. I need a drink. Thank God I work in a bar. Lucky me.
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