Had a couple of yummy Alaskan Ambers (2068) with my yummy steak dinner. Got in a really bad mood for no good reason, just a memory that surfaced unbidden.
Quite crowded, so I sit where the cock smokers sat the other night. I order, duh, a Rogue Chocolate Stout (196).
The bitch didn't tell him about my wanting an unchilled glass. Now she gets a penny for a tip.
I couldn't do it to her. It's not her fault she's stupid. So I gave her a normal 25% tip and told her I'd find another waitress for the rest of the might. Let her try to figure out why.
Moved to another table, closer to the window and away from StupidGirl's area.
I was already furious when I got here tonight. Maybe I shouldn't be taking my anger out on the stupid waitress.
There was a girl in the show last night that looked almost exactly like DooRagGirl. I wish they'd allowed pictures.
Wow, this is my last full night here for who knows how long. That sucks.
PictureGirl is giving me that come hither look, but if I go thither won't that be breaking her rule about when she's working?
I wonder what ever happened to RioGirl?
She wanted to know why I was mean to StupidGirl. I didn't think I was particularly mean, but I told her why.
Let's not make a federal case out of it, okay?
I wonder if I should just go watch Lost at 9:00.
I'm a little disappointed that I've had no stalkers this week. None that I know about anyway.
This one chick should get her money back from her implant doctor. They keep sloshing back and forth after she stops walking. Gross.
Another Rogue (212), in an unchilled glass this time. Yay!
All girls with mousy brown shoulder length hair should be required to turn and face me as soon as they enter a room. My heart can only take so much.
It's kind of strange that one of my coworkers is here at the same conference, but I've only seen him twice for about twenty seconds total.
If I was a chick I'd have long brown hair with those kinky curls and lots of blonde highlights. I'd also be a lesbian. A slutty one.
Santa Claus just came in. He's younger than I thought.
There's nobody here to make fun of tonight. Everybody's normal now that Santa has left.
She's off work now. She's tired. It's my fault that she's tired. Hee hee. She's going home now.
Maybe I'd be a lesbian with shoulder length, very kinky, dirty blonde hair. Definitely a lesbian though. Love the puss. Hate the cock.
I think I need a side by side comparison. Both girls are quite hot.
With me in the middle.
MixedSignalGirl always tried to get her hair that kinky but after like five minutes it'd be straight again.
Great. Now I miss MixedSignalGirl too.
Another Rogue (228). It must be the low humidity or something that's letting me drink so much.
I'm moving to the bar. I don't know why.
This goat roper just came in and asked for a Bud Light in a bottle. Upon hearing that they only have it on tap, he left in disgust. I hate him.
My rock is pointy, kind of like an arrow. When I spin it, it stops in some random direction. Maybe it's broken.
Two waitresses and a busboy went into the cooler. When they came out a few minutes later the busboy pretended to be zipping his pants up. It was funny.
I've been surrounded by loud people.
Another Rogue (244). WTF?
Man this place got crowded quickly!
Blinded by the light
revved up like a deuce
another runner in the night
How fucking appropriate. Or not. I don't care.
Friday would be a good date to get engaged. Not gonna happen though, because I'm a dumbass.
Some hot girl is running around with some kind of petition. I don't know what it's for though because she's scared of my evilness.
Holy shit I've drank a lot tonight.
It's not a petition - it's you give her your info and she gives you free chewing tobacco. No thanks.
I think it's her smile that I miss the most, or maybe the way she sparkled.
Alcohol saturation achieved. Ordering food and switching to Diet Coke.
Food has arrived. I'm outta here.