Tonight was the kind of night where I earned soo little at my lovely resturant/part time prison, that I stole the Strother's bookkeeping and tax pen from my apron pocket just to make me feel like my time spent there was possibly worth it. I mean, though they may only pay me freakin $2.15 an hour, they do, unbeknownst to the tightwad managers, throw in that occasional pen bonus. oh yaaaaaaah
also, a plug for Strother's bookkeeping and tax - if the pen is any indication of business quality and service, I would definitely trust my business to them. The pen is a fine inker.
also dos, what is it about prom dresses? a girl puts one on, and suddenly she's some horrible diva who needs lemon in her water and rolls her eyes at me? all the while the fine gent on her arm that she's flirting up a disgraceful storm with fishes around in his rich kid suit to find a couple quarters to tip me.
All i can say is the man I'm going to marry is going to know how to tip!!!!
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