Thursday, February 13, 2003
HOLLA!
Sup dawgs!?!?
I came into work furious today and for some reason I am in a slamming good mood right now. I think it might have something to do with the amazing phone conversation I had with Mariah, but I'm not entirely sure. She informed me that not only is she meeting me out for drinks before Paul's birthday adventure, she is also staying over at his apartment with me too! AMAZING. I was really dreading going to this bar with Paul tonight. It is a cruisey, slimy, and horrible bar, but it's "All-you-can-drink for $10". I mean, really. How can I complain. Thing is, Paul doesn't take care of me while we are there. He is busy watching Boys Gone Wild on the mini-televisions while I give angry looks to all of the old men who undress me with their eyes. The place is sick and I was completely UN-excited. But now that Mariah is going to go to the bar with us AND staying over at his place, there is no worry. The three of us get along like baby triplets. Tonight is sure to be a blast.
Rita and I drove to work today cuz she has to leave at 4pm to go to Syracuse. She's got a lot to do in the next couple of days. Does the whirlwind ever stop? Parking the car in the city this morning was complete and utter beastmaster. I had to leave her in the car in order to make it up to the office on time. Rita came in flustered and hating life about 45 minutes later. If I were her, I probably would have driven down Broadway and all the way home. Yet, here we all are. My bosses, Ari, Rita and myself. One big mother fucking family.
can we leave now?
During my lunch break today, I must go get Paul's Valentines and birthday gifts. What I need to do is cut this bush of a hair-style I got goin. Unfortunately, I don't have nearly enough time to do that. I know I am buying him an alarm clock for his bedroom. And also a box of chocolates. (Gotta stick to some sort of tradition here.) I also need to get him a card, an electric toothbrush, and maybe a cup of my cum. You know how it goes. I am sure Paul is spending most of his free time shopping for me, so yeah...
go fuck yourself Joe. You ain't gettin shit.
Paul is currently working at two jobs right now. One of the jobs is for a darling little restaurant in the East Village. He is waiting tables and he absolutely hates being there. Total amount of money he has made at this job in the last week: $350.
The other job Paul has is as a bartender for a very expensive chain restaurant in Hell's Kitchen. He loves the job there and the people have been treating him very well. He has already started to build a semi-regular clientele. Total amount of money Paul made there on Monday night: $400. You read that right. 400 fucking dollars for 7 hours of work. Now. While I was extremely happy for him and filled with relief, I explained that he should ditch this "serving" job and work only as a bartender. "But I don't work at the bar enough and I need to make as much money as I can." Fine. Makes sense. Cept today, he has to go late to the bar job because he is working as a waiter during the day. I told him that he should really think again about only working as the bartender. "Your bar job is not going to give you the shifts you want if they know that they are competing with another employer."
Paul responds with: "YOU are the last person I want to talk to about this right now."
huh?
What did I do?? I just gave my opinion. Obviously Paul was a bit stressed out this morning. I just let it go and got off the phone. Damn birthday boy. You gonna get some fucking birthday spanks later.
right in the face!
So what else?
I have an apartment in Times Square. Oooooh yes!
Hmmm....last night for dinner I had chicken cutlets slathered with macaroni and cheese (sharp cheddar style). Yeah it was fucking good. After I ate it, I laid clutching my stomach for about 20 minutes. For some reason I thought that I had salmonilla, but then realized that it was gluttony and I then I just laid there embarrassed. Stop it Joe. Eat granola and apples like real little boys.
My mom sent me the most adorable Valentine's Day package. In it was tons of candy and a secret surprise. The surprise was a special St. Patick's Day package. What is my mom? The best? I haven't opened the St. Patty's package yet. I am saving it for tomorrow. If Paul doesn't get me anything, at least I can count on my mom. Too bad it's sick and against the law to marry your mother. Then I would have gifts for every special event! Ugh. I sent her a teddy bear and thank you bag for her V-day gift. I never usually send her anything. I just take her gifts and say thank you. But this year, I wanted to do something for her. Unfortunately, my parents 27th anniversary is on the 21st. More money to spend that I don't have. Whatever. I am getting really good at budgeting my money these days. It's like I am waiting for the other shoe to drop. Why do I have my money in order? Is there a secret bill out there calling my name? Please don't find me. I like having enough my money to get by. At least until I move into Manhattan.
YIPES.
Okay...back to work. Leaving soon to buy my boy some special gifts.
:)
Sup dawgs!?!?
I came into work furious today and for some reason I am in a slamming good mood right now. I think it might have something to do with the amazing phone conversation I had with Mariah, but I'm not entirely sure. She informed me that not only is she meeting me out for drinks before Paul's birthday adventure, she is also staying over at his apartment with me too! AMAZING. I was really dreading going to this bar with Paul tonight. It is a cruisey, slimy, and horrible bar, but it's "All-you-can-drink for $10". I mean, really. How can I complain. Thing is, Paul doesn't take care of me while we are there. He is busy watching Boys Gone Wild on the mini-televisions while I give angry looks to all of the old men who undress me with their eyes. The place is sick and I was completely UN-excited. But now that Mariah is going to go to the bar with us AND staying over at his place, there is no worry. The three of us get along like baby triplets. Tonight is sure to be a blast.
Rita and I drove to work today cuz she has to leave at 4pm to go to Syracuse. She's got a lot to do in the next couple of days. Does the whirlwind ever stop? Parking the car in the city this morning was complete and utter beastmaster. I had to leave her in the car in order to make it up to the office on time. Rita came in flustered and hating life about 45 minutes later. If I were her, I probably would have driven down Broadway and all the way home. Yet, here we all are. My bosses, Ari, Rita and myself. One big mother fucking family.
can we leave now?
During my lunch break today, I must go get Paul's Valentines and birthday gifts. What I need to do is cut this bush of a hair-style I got goin. Unfortunately, I don't have nearly enough time to do that. I know I am buying him an alarm clock for his bedroom. And also a box of chocolates. (Gotta stick to some sort of tradition here.) I also need to get him a card, an electric toothbrush, and maybe a cup of my cum. You know how it goes. I am sure Paul is spending most of his free time shopping for me, so yeah...
go fuck yourself Joe. You ain't gettin shit.
Paul is currently working at two jobs right now. One of the jobs is for a darling little restaurant in the East Village. He is waiting tables and he absolutely hates being there. Total amount of money he has made at this job in the last week: $350.
The other job Paul has is as a bartender for a very expensive chain restaurant in Hell's Kitchen. He loves the job there and the people have been treating him very well. He has already started to build a semi-regular clientele. Total amount of money Paul made there on Monday night: $400. You read that right. 400 fucking dollars for 7 hours of work. Now. While I was extremely happy for him and filled with relief, I explained that he should ditch this "serving" job and work only as a bartender. "But I don't work at the bar enough and I need to make as much money as I can." Fine. Makes sense. Cept today, he has to go late to the bar job because he is working as a waiter during the day. I told him that he should really think again about only working as the bartender. "Your bar job is not going to give you the shifts you want if they know that they are competing with another employer."
Paul responds with: "YOU are the last person I want to talk to about this right now."
huh?
What did I do?? I just gave my opinion. Obviously Paul was a bit stressed out this morning. I just let it go and got off the phone. Damn birthday boy. You gonna get some fucking birthday spanks later.
right in the face!
So what else?
I have an apartment in Times Square. Oooooh yes!
Hmmm....last night for dinner I had chicken cutlets slathered with macaroni and cheese (sharp cheddar style). Yeah it was fucking good. After I ate it, I laid clutching my stomach for about 20 minutes. For some reason I thought that I had salmonilla, but then realized that it was gluttony and I then I just laid there embarrassed. Stop it Joe. Eat granola and apples like real little boys.
My mom sent me the most adorable Valentine's Day package. In it was tons of candy and a secret surprise. The surprise was a special St. Patick's Day package. What is my mom? The best? I haven't opened the St. Patty's package yet. I am saving it for tomorrow. If Paul doesn't get me anything, at least I can count on my mom. Too bad it's sick and against the law to marry your mother. Then I would have gifts for every special event! Ugh. I sent her a teddy bear and thank you bag for her V-day gift. I never usually send her anything. I just take her gifts and say thank you. But this year, I wanted to do something for her. Unfortunately, my parents 27th anniversary is on the 21st. More money to spend that I don't have. Whatever. I am getting really good at budgeting my money these days. It's like I am waiting for the other shoe to drop. Why do I have my money in order? Is there a secret bill out there calling my name? Please don't find me. I like having enough my money to get by. At least until I move into Manhattan.
YIPES.
Okay...back to work. Leaving soon to buy my boy some special gifts.
:)
