Feb 14, 2008 20:51
Dear Jimmy:
You must have misunderstood me. When I sent you a text message saying "Happy Valentine's Day", what I meant was, "Hope you're spending your nights being miserable eating Lipton Soup alone" or alternatively, "Please die in a hurricane." Thank you for being gullible all the same though.
By the way, I want my fucking shoes back.
*****
I am stuck in The Strip Club on The Worst Night Ever, read: I'm working for gas money. Especially since they started a policy (temporary, so they say. Yeah right, wanna buy a bridge?) that receipts have to be at least $1000 for me to be paid. As of my writing this (nearly 9pm), we have had three customers.
Maybe I'll be lucky and my favourite customer will bring me Godiva later. Or at least a cup of coffee.
relationships,
strip club,
valentine's day