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last night at work - fucking ridiculous members of the metal band, Mastodon came to drink and be merry with about 30 others. whatever .. i can handle it, but 2 a.m. w/ drunk adults throwing their food and drawing anarchy symbols on the table with mustard is pretty unnecessary. the bill was just at around $300. the checks were placed on the tables, the crowd was becoming sparse, but i had in my hand only less than $100. i ran outside - yelling to them that only two had paid - girls laughed and starting running - the rest followed. fucking lame. totally do not understand people like that. they live in this town - people know who you are. ??? i mean they didn't order everything, but that goes for all the assholes. since when is it straight to go out - drink up whatever & ditch on the bill? especially when you're supposed to be a grown adult. ?? i am serving you. it's not just the bill - but the tip as well. have some fucking respect for the working class. there is no excuse what-so-ever. two gentleman ended up basically paying for the entire meal because they were left - awesome guys - one giving me 2 tickets to see the Flaming Lips in Burmingham on sunday. mikey as well. then leaving the a folder with 4 more tickets and v.i.p. passes. so thanks to those guys. it wasn't a loss at all. you're the fucking shighsaihthttt&&(&*()^$&*()|$@ mikey's birthday is the day before so what a perfect way to make it greatly fantastic..just for the record, anyway - if you don't have money to tip - you don't have money to go out. period. not to mention not having money for the check. screwing over a local business, and your server is just wrong. i don't want to kiss your ass, but i do. i don't want to clean up the disgusting uncalled for mess, but that's my job. so, have some respect. word.Current Mood:  good
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i'm sitting here, stuck in position to do nothing. been having continuous spurts of long analytical thought that never get written down. ben was here, and we were talking, about why people feel so lonely and discontent somewhere other than where they once were. we agreed that one should stop worrying about what they were and once had - start thinking about what's new to find out. but why do we hold ourselves back? didn't i leave for a fucking reason...what was that reason? ? .. and i remember. i blame all bad feelings upon this new city - no close water, no friendship, no comradery, no beauty or soul. i should stop fighting my surroundings because they're not seeming to change. you'll rely on a feeling you got from something once before - but i am positive there are so many others to be had. i feel like my mind pulls me to sadness more than happiness. makes me even more sad. i get stuck in a motionless battle to create. it's no good. there are fields of ventures yet to embark & here i loathe. i give up time always - wasting hours of days feeling worthless because of how i spend my life. saying it makes it more obvious - hopefully teaching me to do a fucking thing about it. people seem so fake, shit gets confusing and gross....and if you believe living the way i do, you get caught up thinking your duty is to be different than all that. in doing so, changing the morals and truths in the thoughts of the universe itself. i'm doing nothing to accomplish this.
so my essence is just as phony as the next.
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