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Damn. I know, I know, I f*ck*d up. I haven't blogged in ages. Did you miss me? I know you did! :) Listen, between work, work, shopping, and drinking, something had to give. Now I sit here 11:52 PM with so much to say that I'm stuck on STUPID!

Let me start off by saying, I'm a bartender part time. Or should I now say, an aspiring bartender. I FINALLY landed a "gig". The location was beyond perfect, but the organization... HORRIBLE. Let me give you a brief intro of what happened. The "grand opening" for this spot was a Saturday. An African actor named Van Vicker was premiering his new movie "Friday Night" or something like that. Allegedly he's huge in Africa. I happen to be a PROUD American, and could give a f*ckl*ss about somebodies cot damn Van Vicker... ok? Let me just put that out there. Anyway, I started work on a Tuesday I think. No customers. Wednesday, no customers. Thursday, people came alrighty, THE POLICE! The Police did a random inspection and noticed that several items that should've been posted, weren't. So instead of me leaving at a scheduled 12:00 AM, my a*s was stuck up in that sh*t until 1:30 AM. 1:30 A!M! I had work in the morning, and did NOT appreciate that BS! Ok? Instead of me typing the entire story, please enjoy the bickering (click the d*mn link). My name is "Truth" :).

http://www.vanvickerlive.com/newsdetails.asp?id=30&cat_id=24

I hope you at least chuckled, because I sure did. Observe the bar:

From a quick glance this might actually look like a normal top shelf. Look closer, focus baby. Starting from the left... "Sunkist, Gingerale, Pepsi, Rootbeer.." Catch my DAMN drift. A juice bar! A friggin juice bar, NO LIQUOR! WHO IS TIPPIN FOR A $2.00 CUP OF SODA!... NOBODY! After about 2 hours worth of BS, Mr. Vickers FATASS manager eating 300 peanuts and spilling them on the bar, I grabbed my coat, left! I LEFT. But you do know I didn't leave silently. A fan calls the bar asking for directions..well..."take the Maj....no..don't take ANYTHING! The cops are about to shut this place down! This is ghe-tto! It's $20.00 to get in, they're selling chicken wings for $1.00 and there is NO LIQUOR! I quit so somebody else is gonna have to tell you how to get here!" I walked to the front (where the cops were... again! 4th time that week) and shouted "HE'S A CRIMNIAL, EVERYBODY WORKING HERE IS OFF THE BOOKS!" LMAO! I know, that was unprofessional. But you know what, I turned down an interview with Mars 2112 for that B!S! Now I have to live with the "what if"! Damnit!

On another note.... dun dun dunnnnnn...

...my logo! I must say, at first I was a little iffy... but I kept staring at it... I love it... seriously.. shout outs to "Obnoxious Designs". Maybe one day I'll link his myspace when he decides to send it to me. I'm too lazy to go looking for it. By the way, this blog has taken almost an hour to write. Sex & The City was on, and now Will & Grace is, and it's kind of hard to focus.

Oh sh*t, verbal candy... Fustian - An inflated style of writing or speech, pompous or pretentious language. I like that. Hey I hope you people are using the words!

Anywho, I'm kind of tired, so maybe I should go to bed before I'm an hour late for work tomorrow, again :/.