i need a new name.
i need a new name.
actually, i just need a new persona, so peoples will quit hitting on me uninvited. that includes you, Saul.
I think I am going to come up with a permanent and invisible boyfriend to prevent retard conversation behind bar. he will be someone who works in the service industry. thats easy to fake. maybe even a long distance relationship, like New Orleans, poor bastard boyfriend probably lost his apartment to Katrina. but he has to have a memorable name. something i’ll never forget. like Jack Daniels, or Evan Williams, or Jack Evans, or sean penn….
crap. give me suggestions. this has to fly. im sick of no goods hitting on me like they gotta chance.
ps. once i got back from “fry all foods” “eat that cookie dough, take that shot!” Louisiana, my trainer said i needed to go to Fat Camp.
boo hoo hoo.
January 17th, 2006 at 9:17 pm
What do you mean? No goods hitting on bartenders in bikinis? I’ve never heard of such. As long as your dating imaginary boyfriends you might as well go all out. Why not get an imaginary fiance. I had one once. I can’t remember his name, but I would tell people he wasn’t there because he was hot air ballooning off the Galopagos Islands.