Warning: This is long as hell

Ok, you all know I love my job. I truly enjoy being a waitress. I like my bosses and everyone I work with. All but one, his name is Blake. I swear I have violent thoughts about him even when I’m off work or I haven’t seen him in days. Like now. Last time I worked with him or saw him was Friday.

( “This )

Why do you have to go and be a dick for?

When have I ever cared about money?

I'm going to go have sex with a waiter tonight. Hope you don't mind. And if you do, tell someone else because I don't want to fucking hear it.

Single again... this time not because I'm fickle. He was pushing me away. So, he wins. I am out of here. He's been having a bad week for about three weeks now. He doesn't call, he doesn't answer the phone, so I broke up with him over e-mail. It's cold and impersonal but I don't have a choice. Besides, he (according to his myspace) is having the worst week of his life and needs a chick. That was Wednesday, when we were still "together". So Buh-bye.

Dick.