Last thoughts of 2008

It's only a couple of hours before the New Year so let me enlighten you with my last minute New Year's Resolutions:

1. Sleep early
2. Keep my room clean
3. Be nice
4. Save $$$$
5. Lie a little less
6. Stop using boredom as an excuse to eat
7. No more indecisiveness
8. Stop being a fucking brat
9. Set one goal I want to accomplish and do it

OPEN LETTER TO HIM:

You are a pair of designer shoes that are a half size too small but I bought you anyway out of spite. It's been a year and I'm still walking with cramped feet. Blisters and all, I love how you make me feel and I'll spend every minute of my days trying to make you fit.

I'm greedy.

Airforce Stallion

If you guys don't already know, I'm a server at a Hibachi style restaurant (think Benihana), so that means I see a lot of action. Work is never the same as the day before.

With that said, a couple of months ago I met this super duper hot dark haired Airforce stallion as one of my customers. Everytime I would be near him, he would just stop and stare. I don't mind. He's gorgeous! We had major flirtage. I'm not all that and a bag of cookies. I just don't pay attention to mindless chatter. I'm not trying to ruin my clientele. Translation: I am not a hoe.

This morning, my boss alerted me of my first customers sitting at the grill. It was Airforce Stallion......and a brunette. She was really sweet and girl next doorish. I like her. I wanted to be her. I was so green with envy. My greatest task was to remain professional (no defiling or depositing of saliva done to his or her food........ promise). There was clearly tension between Airforce stallion and I. Emphasis on clear, because the brunette couldn't see it. It was difficult acting like I have never seen Airforce Stallion in my entire life when he usually makes his presence known to me the minute he steps foot in the restaurant.

So the script went like this:
We exchanged plenty of smiles, thank you's, hello's, and goodbyes. There were careless touches... stolen eye contact... the kind that makes a person flinch. He has those smiling eyes that stings your heart a little. So wrong.

After their meal, He asked for to go boxes and the check. The minute I turn around to claim the check, they had left. On the table was $60.00 cash for a $45.00 check, with "Sorry." scribbled on the back in tiny kindergarten like writing.

Like a Geisha in a glass case, nice to look at but not keep...

Real quick...

I fucking hate it when people (my mom) move my shit claiming that they were just "cleaning up". It's fucking annoying and a waste of my precious time looking for what should have been on hand to begin with. Now where the fuck is my brand new eyelash curler?! UGHHHHHHH!!!!

hoehoehoehoehoe!!!!!!!!!

No pun intended heheheheh.

Christmas feels like any other day. The only difference is that my mom cooked. We got catering.

I already opened my Christmas presents a month ago when I received them. My mom insisted that I did so that she could send the rebate in.

So Indo missed his flight this morning to NYC for a ciggarette. He checked in 45 min. early but decided to step out for a smoke break. Bad Idea. They decided to close to gates 5 min., hence causing him to miss his flight. That will go down in history as the most expensive ciggarette ever, costing: $250.

Since it's Christmas Day, I'll enlighten you guys with another story!

Quick background: Indo is a head hibachi chef (the ones that cook play with fire @ Benihana).

Last night (Christmas Eve), the restaurant he works at was booked with reservations. Obviously the reservations consists of people who don't celebrate Christmas. Apparently, he wasn't aware of that so he wheels his cart to the party of 12.....

Indo: hohohoho!! Merry Christmas!
Party: (stares at him in silence)
Indo: Let me check your order. blahblahblahblah
Party: (confirms orders)
Indo: So are you guys ready for Christmas?
Party: No, but we're ready for Hanukkah.
Indo: Ohhh................

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm... I want to stuff his foot in his mouth! His defense was "What are the chances they were Jewish!" Well, my friend if they celebrate Christmas, then they wouldn't be at a Japanese restaurant on Christmas Eve. I mean, why else would movie theatres be open on Christmas Day? For none Christmas believers! No shit.

*sigh*

Anyway, with my bitching coming to a close, I would like to wish everyone a happy holiday with reminders that Christmas is not a week long event so lay off the leftovers bitches!!!!!! Just kidding. Who am I to talk?!

So...

Since I have recently purchased a brand new HP laptop from Black Friday for $400, I've decided to put it to better use by writing about my daily (or whenever I feel like it) activities rather than spending time watching Tia Tanaka being fisted by a creepy white guy or wasting away my savings on retail. I kid, I kid... about the the Tia Tanaka part that is. I swear, I loveeeeeeeee retail :).

Well, I just got off the phone with one of the guys that I'm talking to that I would like to refer to as "Indo", a derivative from his ethnicity (Indonesian). He's much older and a Taurus, like I. Like I, he's also stubborn and a big pain in the ass. There are great upsides to having everything in common but as real life bulls do, we butt heads all the time.

It's like I'm dating myself. -_-

Don't get me wrong, I'm not completely bashing on the poor guy. There are a lot of things I love about him. He's stable, big hearted, goal driven, cooks, and eats good pussy. The most important being: he gets me.

Now that's priceless (regardless of how proverbial he could get).

***note to self: pick up contact lenses at Walmart ASAP. Stretching a two-week disposable to a month causes burning, itching, and Tourrettes-like twitching!!!!!!!