Trite Bullshit...

is what this blog is full of.

More from last night:
I had a stalker table a couple of days ago. It was a guy (oldish, but younger than my parents) and his dad who shamelessly hit on me all night. The talked like Vegas hot shots minus the suits and the money and grabbed my hand throughout the night. Well, the came to the restaurant last night and requested me as their waitress. It was awful lots of really bad jokes that I was forced to laugh at (me saying "tell me when to stop" as I ground pepper on their salads and the guy saying "oh, I would never want you to stop, baby"). They winked at me incessantly and the dad even kissed me on the cheek. I can't tell if the dad wanted me to come home with them so that his son could have me or so that they could both get in on the action. I had to tell them that I had a boyfriend and that I didn't want any "side action" 5 times during the course of the night. Ridiculous.

I really should look into getting that mace I was thinking about.

And now I have a day of alone-ness since the parents went to Cabo for the week and I have off from work. I feel like a small child who has been played with and spoiled and is now being ignored. I will remedy these negative feelings the best way I can think of: eating my chocolate cheesecake and watching Pride and Prejudice. Law school applications? What law school applications?


Oh, and David Blaine is my new drug of choice.

"David Blaine.....make it rain."
-Lupe, I think
"The best trick ever was making the world believe that magic doesn't exist."