Man on Fire

Mr. Toy has a 'girlfriend' in here and gets extremely pissed off (like a child) when she is in the room with another customer. Ha ha ha ha

PIG

Mother Fucker

I really hate my boss. I mean, he makes my life miserable. I can't wait to tell him to go fuck himself. Whew. I feel better already. I just want to quit this job. The most joy I will feel, will be the day I don't have to work for that loser. If he weren't here, I'd have no problem with my job. He has made me hate this place. The second I hear his foul retarded dumb fuck voice, I simply see red. He has ruined my work. And he's so stupid! An idiot! He has no clue about life.

How cool will it be, the day I leave here- I know you shouldn't do it in a hateful way, but it would be sweet in the heat of the moment to be able to be like, "you know what? I QUIT! Do the fucking party yourself, loser!" and just walk out. He'd bug.

The other day I got in trouble for talking to New York Magazine, about my own personal experiences within the clubs. Literally, I was almost fired. I don't feel like getting into it too much, I'm still pretty angry, but he was mad because I didn't go to him first. Like, hello?! Freedom of speech! He couldn't grasp that I wanted to speak about the club for no reason at all. He actually thought that I would only want to talk to the media to benefit the club. Geez. Maybe I want to talk because I'm tired of being suppressed by men telling me what I can or cannot say. My God, I cannot wait until I don't work here. Then I can really let loose. Yeah, I'm totally keeping that writer's number. Ha ha.

You know what's funny, is that I'm assuming that one day my boss or people who work here, will come across this blog. Hopefully I will not be here, because I really will be fired then.

Of course, after his episode of rath, I started working him over with compliments and acting like I gave 2 shits about him, and he gave me my keys back. I swear, I was thinking "this could be my ticket out of this hole." But then, what was I going to do? Money is a bitch these days, and it's pretty good here. Once Pierre and I move in together and what not, I'm going to try and get my ass outta here.

Ha ha, just now I went into his office and asked for my email back. I had emailed the reporter my comments, but through hotmail. Meanwhile, I gave him a copy to read, knowing it would make him feel better. Well, I wanted that shit back. He could NOT have my thoughts. No way. I went into his office and asked for it, he was like, why? Don't you have a copy? I was like, "no". And he looked at me and smirked, and I did too- he said "you know I can just print it out again" , and I said, I know- well, I took those papers and shredded them. 2 minutes later he buzzed me and said I outsmarted him. Gee. Duh. Moron.