Diner, 3 am

Sloppy, made-up waitresses aren’t looking for appointments – they’ve already got dates with assholes pissed to be their boyfriends. So I do not pursue acquaintance when I commandeer my cup of hours old half-decent coffee, nor when I slip a tip of bucks that always goes to drugs.

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~ by perfectionatrix on August 24, 2010.

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