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&Its not that simple.

I don’t need to put my energy or use my mouth to get anything.

Talk to you soon.

I just like telling the truth then moving along.

Its just like throwing a match on a trash fire and letting it attempt to put itself out.

I don’t care enough to wait around and see the outcome. You know the truth cause I told you it, handle the information how you will.

My alter ego at work is “Alicia” She will shove you back inside if you try and bring booze outside. She will talk to you like a winey little three year old when your being demanding or rude, and she sure as fuck will lock you out of the building.

Training new people is great. Now I have “Stephanie” who will chase you inside if you don’t pay cover, tell her husband not to let you in the club for raising her voice at us, even if you waited 30 minutes in a line.

Im totally here for it. Fake names and getting paid therapy.

If I have literally zero interest in what you’re doing outside of our workplace, I don’t exactly see why you’re so hyped up about what I am?

I’m flattered by the extent they go to, but I think its time they find something to do thats a bit more substantial to their own lives.

…When you had the nerve to think you could talk to me like im your damn child..

You had to sit and muster up the courage to even attempt to sass me.

If you wanna play a game, you know who you’re starting with.

Sweetheart, I’ll rip you to shreds without blinking an eye. Im being mature by biting my tongue…even if it starts bleeding.

We both know I can chew you up and spit you out, because you’re anything but tough.

I’ll send you home to your mommy crying, (because you live with her still at 28)

See, my life? it just keeps going. Your a speck in the grand scheme of it. Ive lived more than you’ll ever know. You’re never gonna scare me or see me sweat in your damn flamboyant colored athletic wear which already makes me cringe.

I can’t wait to make good money and not be selling my soul to make just enough to survive.

Can’t wait to find a job where I don’t have children who don’t know whats going on be in any position of leadership. A manager who doesn’t make a child a supervisor to start with…

Where people aren’t stuck up and needy. Somewhere Ill use half the energy I do now to pretend Im happy and do things…I do not get paid enough to do.

I can’t wait to make bank and then use my free membership.

But…..I will really really miss (most) of my coworkers. all my boys, and couple of lil ladies.

I feel like id be abandoning the one they can feel safe with. Because I know how they feel about the management and supervisors. I think sometimes they try and let me handle all the crap they can’t put up with, with my big mouth.

They know I will.

Its just gonna be very hard to leave them.

I like telling a boy to turn his phone on quiet, but not saying it with anxiety.

“okay just tell them to shutup. nothing else. just shutup. its time to go now”

then have him laugh and quote me.

last year I would be triggered af, not laughing about it.

Its just really cool to not have to worry about the guy your seeing (currently) being sneaky or a fuckboy.

Sure, hes not the most wholesome creature. far from a saint. legit a few blocks ahead of me and everything

But he really does treat me better than any boyfriend I’ve had in probably…a little under a decade.

Im happy, so Im just gonna soak it up and enjoy it.

and the best part is, I can do that. finally. Its blissful, comforting and something I forgot existed for a while.

It’s funny how I feel like I have two jobs at one. (probably more than that)

At the gym I have like a dozen little siblings, and I love them all so much. You can’t fuck with them without dealing with me after.

Oh, was I being rude to you after you were a monster to someone I care about?

GOOD. cause idgaf. Im Allie, nice to meet you.

At least these siblings appreciate it. God knows my blood sister didn’t love when I scared kids that were assholes to her.

I’m addicted to toxic men.

Maybe I had “daddy issues” all along and never realized it.

I mean I like guys who want to fight me one second, and sleep with me the next.

Then make them call me “princess” and tell me their “secrets”

At least I’ve progressed from black eyes to permanent ink.