holy living fuck
well well well. Sunday turned out to be the shit that it really is. I hate religion sometimes, and I hate people's addiction to it. It's as though their lives go unsolved so long as they have no clue what happens when it's done. Why does that matter, when your greatest work is to be done while you're alive? If you want to be good to people, do that because it feels good, not because some absentee landlord says you'll get a thousand virgins or you'll know bliss all your days. What happens when you're dead and this whole afterlife thing comes to pass? You think you'll be able to do all the things you restricted yourself from doing while alive? NOPE! You'll still be chained to whatever belief system you had, still worshipping, still serving, still under control. But no one sees that. They just see that heaven is a goal. Fuck that. Living right is a goal.
I say this because something about a 9.5% performance in tips was blasphemous. I especially liked the $1.60 I got on $33.40. "Girl, you good enough to take out, but $35 is all I can spend on you. I'mma make this nigga do all this shit and I ain't gon' pay him worth a fuck for doin' it. So you gon' gimme some ass now right? Cuz if not I got another girl down the way I can get some ass from too, but I ain't gon' tell you bout her." Stupid motherfuckers. Goddamn I hate my job sometimes. Really I just hate this fucking city. Okay fine, I'm hung over. But that doesn't change the fact that people are idiots. It does, however, affect the eight different directions in which this post has gone.
Got another bill in savings, I'm doing really well with that now. I'm trying to use that as the carrot to dangle in front of me that makes me want to work harder and overlook everyone else's existence while there, but I'm finding a lot of trouble with that. When everyone else feels like it's their birth right to be lazy, it's harder for me to step up and do anything extra. I'm trying, but goddamn it sucks.
Meh; I'm taking a nap now. Damn all this being awake shit.
I say this because something about a 9.5% performance in tips was blasphemous. I especially liked the $1.60 I got on $33.40. "Girl, you good enough to take out, but $35 is all I can spend on you. I'mma make this nigga do all this shit and I ain't gon' pay him worth a fuck for doin' it. So you gon' gimme some ass now right? Cuz if not I got another girl down the way I can get some ass from too, but I ain't gon' tell you bout her." Stupid motherfuckers. Goddamn I hate my job sometimes. Really I just hate this fucking city. Okay fine, I'm hung over. But that doesn't change the fact that people are idiots. It does, however, affect the eight different directions in which this post has gone.
Got another bill in savings, I'm doing really well with that now. I'm trying to use that as the carrot to dangle in front of me that makes me want to work harder and overlook everyone else's existence while there, but I'm finding a lot of trouble with that. When everyone else feels like it's their birth right to be lazy, it's harder for me to step up and do anything extra. I'm trying, but goddamn it sucks.
Meh; I'm taking a nap now. Damn all this being awake shit.