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Happy My Birthday to You
Jul. 31st, 2003 03:43 pmI hope everyone has as wonderful a day as they are wishing for me...
Much love... to all of you.
Much love... to all of you.
Jul. 31st, 2003
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Jul. 31st, 2003 11:01 pmYes, I'm glad that you wished me a happy birthday, customers.
Yes, I'm glad you got to come and have dinner tonight.
Yes, I'm glad you listened to me when I told you that I wanted a drink after I got off work.
Yes, you seemed to laugh when I told you that I wondered who the late guest would be that would keep me there an extra hour.
Yes, you thought it was very funny how I described people who walk in the door at quarter till closing.
Funny, though... once those customers came in at quarter till... and they offered you a glass of wine from their bottle... you didn't exactly help them hurry up, did you? No, as a matter of fact, you sat there and cackled with them for 45 minutes after closing, even though you had been done with your dinner and dessert for an hour. Did you stop and think how much steam it took out of my tiny little sail to wait for you to get done whoring yourself out for a glass of wine? How much do you think I felt like going out after that, hmmmm?
Oh, and can I just SHOW you what I got to see once I fucking got home?!?!
( hmmmm? You really want to see it? )
Yes, I'm glad you got to come and have dinner tonight.
Yes, I'm glad you listened to me when I told you that I wanted a drink after I got off work.
Yes, you seemed to laugh when I told you that I wondered who the late guest would be that would keep me there an extra hour.
Yes, you thought it was very funny how I described people who walk in the door at quarter till closing.
Funny, though... once those customers came in at quarter till... and they offered you a glass of wine from their bottle... you didn't exactly help them hurry up, did you? No, as a matter of fact, you sat there and cackled with them for 45 minutes after closing, even though you had been done with your dinner and dessert for an hour. Did you stop and think how much steam it took out of my tiny little sail to wait for you to get done whoring yourself out for a glass of wine? How much do you think I felt like going out after that, hmmmm?
Oh, and can I just SHOW you what I got to see once I fucking got home?!?!
( hmmmm? You really want to see it? )