Bitch, all I really care about is the hot guys who come to my work. Everything else is a bonus. I'm not eloquent, just so you know.
I've been in Dallas for almost a year. I was drunk and unemployed for six months. Then I found a job at the place where I can be me. And I dance everyday at work.
Too bad they don't pay me for that.
I get paid for dealing with high-rolling bitches, tree-huggin' vegans, and everything in between.
Yeah, that pretty much sums up my life.
Mm-hmm :/
So...there's this guy who comes in WAY more than he should. He always has a pink bag.
Well, I know a bitch when I see one. So I called him out. We've been friends ever since.
And I think I found trouble in Dallas.
