So I have exactly 420 dollars saved up in tips from the past week. I win, and I take that as a sign from god that I am allowed to use that money to buy drugs.
I just did the scooter of shame. New levels of embarrassment have now opened.
I like complaining with weaving words and complex sentences. It makes me seem more sophisticated and less bitchy.
i can smell the iron from margo's period blood from across the table.