work it

i'm a waitress.

i'll give you a moment to let the jealousy sink in...

or rather...a moment in which to let the jealousy sink...

my discomfort with allowing that sentence to end with a preposition is a testament to my misplaced intellect.

i do not rub shoulders with any "who's who" whatsoever...but i do bring them coffee and the occasional tiramisu...

most of the power people who lunch with me are dreadfully afraid of change--so much, in fact, that they order the same thing everyday and drive ten blocks to work to park in a spot that they pay for just so they might avoid taking public transit...these powerful people are cowards.

yup...i said it--alioto felching cowards

le douche

its official. ive surrendered to vanity.

i truly think that what i say is so fucking important that im going to put it out there.

here it is...out...how does it feel?

kinda lame...now if i want people to read this i'ma have to put it as a link...

it's like hey...read my shit...i think i'm great...or i think i'm so insightful --that my perception of the world is so unlike the rest of you saps that i may actually inspire you...or make you feel bad about yourself and how stupid you are.

or maybe i can impress you with a plethora of useless knowledge and ten dollar words

losers. all of us.