I passed out before I could post something last night. I'm ordering tacos to go now. There's a woman w a balloon in a bucket sitting on the bench next to where I'm standing. You'd think she'd move her bucket so I could sit but this isn't the South, this is Vegas and people are shitty.
"The waitress' perfume was all over my bottled waters today." That's as far as I got in writing something last night. Saved that little gem for today.
People love to ask me where I'm from. Who the fuck cares?
I'm grumpy. I'm stuck. I'm hungry.
Regular posting to resume tonight. Thanks for listening to me complain.
(The woman just moved her bucket, I might sit.)
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