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What's up, cum-strutters?
It's funny how ambivalent I feel about life in general. Today I am laughing about what I wrote yesterday. I need to get a grip, or rather, once I have a grip, sustain it.
I saw Fast & Furious with Alison Sunday night. Afterwards we had fast and furious sex.... I was fast. She was furious. LAWL. In all honesty, I dropped her off, then had a fast and furious jerk fest. The masturbation was fast. The crying afterwards was furious. The joke was funnier if you woulda stopped the first time.
Tomorrow I work a double. I was scheduled for one normal shift, but apparently a large party coming to the Pati tomorrow night requested me as their server. Haha. With the exception of friends and family, that's never happened before, which is kind of sad. I've been waiting tables on and off for 5 years (yikes). I'm not a bad server by any means, but I'm certainly not a memorable one either. I'm great, when I choose to be.
That's the thing. The inadaquacies and all around social ineptitude of Ground Pati patrons is starting to wear on me. One bad tip fouls my mood. I was able to shrug it off when I first came back. I guess it was because my paycheck depended primarily on the landman job, so it didn't matter. But now it does matter, and my ability to survive is in the hands of people who ask questions like, "What kind of dressing comes on the Caesar salad?" Scary.
I asked for a subscription to The Economist from my parents for my birthday. They gave it to me. I guess I wanted it in an attempt to "inform" myself. This was spurred on by the countless hours I'd spend alone in my car listening to talk radio when I was a landman. I made a genuine effort to educate myself on current events, politics, and the economy. But through my genuine effort, I've realized I have a genuine disinterest. And I knew that all along. I just thought maybe I'd give it a chance. Haha. Consequently, I am developing a nice little stack of unread magazines next to my computer.
Bam. Done again.