It’s bad enough that I partied too hard, but is it really necessary to punish me with more power outages? A lack of aircon during the hot season while I’m dehydrated and in agony, this stuff is not what happy-times are made of. Brownout. I don’t much like them. Once again, I closed out Summer Place. Gawd was I trashed.
Oddly enough, it was nice hanging out with all the ‘working’ freelancers. I think I know almost all of them by now. Even Pocahontas was chatty with me about how slow her ass-slinging carreer was. Most don’t really like using the term prostitutes. Perhaps ‘entertainers’ or even better, the one that Club Med used to use… GRO for Guest Relations Officer. I had more fun hanging out with them than last time I went out with a bunch of crackers.
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Well at least you had some eye candy to chat with for the night. Can’t really beat that.
May 12, 2008 at 7:43 AM