stripper deck (1d)

on a sunday night the last thing you should be doing is drinking maudite. i don't know what i feel more stupid for: telephone dating or paying for the booze with credit. i should totally be dating 'online'. at least i didn't fall for gnarls barkley! if this cd is in your collection, you have much to apologize for. sometimes you meet people who sound just like you used to sound. they say exactly the same wonderful, stupid things. they like themselves and they text. they order way too much at last call.

so tonight, nothing really happened again. bitter J___ from the next-door bar came in twice for jack daniels and toasted up his shots against women. then the hot brown girl, wearing gold heels, wobbled in hammered for a jack daniels, in a tumbler. she hates boys she said. she wants a sugar daddy. she's got a sister who's a lawyer and 'has nice clothes, a nice place, eats in nice restaurants, has nice teeth and drives a nice car but isn't happy'. how could she be? hbg says, 'like i smile like ten thousand times a week more than my sister. why go through all that eighteen hours-a-day shit when you can just get a guy to give you money?' that's what she said. i love it when you meet perfect modern people. i just nodded though and tried not to want to fuck her. the truth is, you can't talk to everyone. not that it'd matter. i'm broke and pale. plus, there's no such thing as smarter than pretty. so i ask her for her sister's number. the look i get is great. people think they have a sense of humour but they don't really. in the end no one remembers this shit anyway.