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To bad people: Sometimes you'll find it. You won't be happy.
To my male managers: Yes I'm okay, but thank you for caring.
To Diane: You're not being (really) mean anymore. It's good.
To the guy I don't know your name: You can compliment me all you want, you still won't receive sexual favors / my number on a napkin.
To the guy at table 62: You were hot. As quiet as you thought you were being, you weren't. No you will not "tap this". Especially not before your wedding tomorrow. And you're a bad guesser. I'm 16, moron.
To the 12 year old: Up and down one more time and you'll be watching the foot go into your ass. Call me in 10 years, maybe.
To Jesse: Two inches closer, and that technically would have been spooning. I don't know you, therefore, never get that close to me again, and especially stop rubbing down my arm. You can take the trash out for me all you want, I'm still not going to fawn over you like every other girl does.
To the guy last night: GOD DO I REGRET NOT TALKING TO YOU. and i really regret not staying in the parking lot for a couple minutes longer.
regretregretregretregretregret.
I have to bowl tomorrow. It's for a good cause. But I'd rather sleep.
I felt like that girl (Violet / Jersey) on Coyote Ugly today (everyone was waiting for her to fuck up). Only not as pretty, or as talented, or as likeable. etc.
And I apologize for turning the lights off twice today. Only it was kind of funny when I did it in the waitress station and everyone goes "oooooh!" at the same time.
To my male managers: Yes I'm okay, but thank you for caring.
To Diane: You're not being (really) mean anymore. It's good.
To the guy I don't know your name: You can compliment me all you want, you still won't receive sexual favors / my number on a napkin.
To the guy at table 62: You were hot. As quiet as you thought you were being, you weren't. No you will not "tap this". Especially not before your wedding tomorrow. And you're a bad guesser. I'm 16, moron.
To the 12 year old: Up and down one more time and you'll be watching the foot go into your ass. Call me in 10 years, maybe.
To Jesse: Two inches closer, and that technically would have been spooning. I don't know you, therefore, never get that close to me again, and especially stop rubbing down my arm. You can take the trash out for me all you want, I'm still not going to fawn over you like every other girl does.
To the guy last night: GOD DO I REGRET NOT TALKING TO YOU. and i really regret not staying in the parking lot for a couple minutes longer.
regretregretregretregretregret.
I have to bowl tomorrow. It's for a good cause. But I'd rather sleep.
I felt like that girl (Violet / Jersey) on Coyote Ugly today (everyone was waiting for her to fuck up). Only not as pretty, or as talented, or as likeable. etc.
And I apologize for turning the lights off twice today. Only it was kind of funny when I did it in the waitress station and everyone goes "oooooh!" at the same time.