mengtar is anxiety central.

first off, she got screwed out of about a bill tonight. a party of roughly thirty came to the og and manager px told her that she wanted at least her and possibly best friend on it because of their strengths and teamwork abilities.

((which i find goofy because i hate teamwork.))

also, this may be the first time i have used the word 'goofy' in my blog... ever... making history. you just witnessed it.

but then kx ((the one that tried getting in my pants hardcore at the party with the boa constricter snake and whatnot where i came home crazy-sorts high and whatever. it's whatever.

so kx freaked the fuck out and i hate working with him on large-group tables. also, he's gimpy like riley. and wanted to be on the table but whatever. so i ended up not being on it with best friend and they made almost a bill each on it so i got fucked out of about a hundred tonight. fuck. him. and for once, several hours and drinks later, i'm not over it. i'm trying to run a business here.

then much later ((twenty minutes til close)) three ((large)) black women get sat in my section... now, on a completely yankee non-racist note, large southern black women at the og become ridiculous overly-demanding bitches after 9p. sorry, readers. it happens.

and then one of them says that she's going to go pick up her friend...

so i'm already crabby-as-fuck about the thirty-ish top i didn't get and my crotch started bleeding that evening ((thank god, but not)) and then i get bitches fucking me over hardcore when i've got drinking to be done on a monday night when i have to work at 6a the next morn. ((proud yet, ma?))

also, roaring concrete and steel washes you in blood. ((or something... totally whatever))

this is me continuing WITHOUT a doorslam ((jerk))

so i'm in pain with bleeding crotches and all and i have to put up with bitches and such and whatever i just wanted to go to homeboy's and sleep and cuddle and whatnot but he's like "no, your bff is at the boilerroom ((god, i love that place, buy only sometimesss)) and i went... you know, because my bff and all... and it was good minus dx and bxmx and then he's all super-insult-central because mengtars don't dance. don't. dance. at all. ever. great rhythm. exceptional, some may say. don't dance. whatever. not over it. fuck yourself. just because i'm not ultra-slut-whateverness that you're usually with... uh... fuck yourself.

am i saying that? yes. it's whatever.

also, i may have been drinking. i'm over it.

so i'm just going to continue being whatever and angry and not dancing at all ever until there is a timequake in which case all free will end for the time-being but in that time i will decide to dance and confuse everyone because they will continue what they did the first round and not dance unless that is what they did the first round and that will be completely whatever.

whatever.

((count the whatevers and i will continue not giving you five dollars.))