As I rocked my little bartending cuteness last night at the Cutting Room, a strange thought kept running through my head. Though, no, not strange, but really very fantastic. I worked with this other new girl who I was sharing the front bar with, and who comes traipsing in but E, a little disheveled, certainly…
E is having the shit TEE est day ever. Big and disgusting amounts of love from me to him in efforts to calm him down. I texted an old friend of mine asking him if he ever wrote a song about me, to which he replied that he was disappointed in my non-flirtatious text, and…
Those ever spinning questions, what to do, what should I do, have haunted me like crazy lately. Sure, I’m hot, I can sell shit. But do I want to sell shit? No, I don’t think so. I can sell people. Ideas. I manage business well. I have good marketing sense, ability. I can slander and…