I'm normally sooo calm and laid back and sweet. I swear.
But. I'm at this club that's kinda homey for me, and there's this new crackhead girl. There's no customers, like four all night, so she never bothers getting dressed. But she fucking sits with the customers begging them to get her drunk and won't move her fucking ass so anyone else can get a dance (and of course the customers are just enchanted, they aren't used to strippers sitting with them all night for free). She also brags, loudly, about how coked up + xanax'ed out she is.
She's just, like, you know how some girls are so fucked up it's like a comedy? You can barely understand her talking and she has to stop and run her tongue over her teeth every couple seconds and stuff. It's like a trainwreck and you can't look away.
Anyways. She got all territorial and flipped out on me a couple times (once I asked if she was talking to me (no, she was talking to herself. duh.) and another time she thought I was looking at her). I just walked away both times and left her yelling, but she just would not drop it all night long. And there were no customers to distract myself with.
For some reason I'm so fucking pissed. I know I should just move on to greener pastures but I feel like staying here and waiting for her to inevitably jump me or something so that I can kick her ass and get her fired.
This is so unlike me.![]()
I'm so pissed that when I went to Safeway after work and the cashier asked what brought me out so late I was like, "it's none of your fucking business, what the hell brings you out so late." I didn't really say that, but it was really hard stopping myself. And he was just trying to make conversation.
I don't know what my problem is. Someone give me a chill pill?![]()




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