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joleney
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Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Oakland
Birthday: 7/7/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: indie rock, body mod, cooking, traveling, surfing, sky diving, bar hopping, menthol cigarettes, women, pool, hair, makeup, photos, the city, adultswim, reptiles.
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AIM:  jolenejustsaid
Member Since:
1/31/2003
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| I'm screaming so loud but nobody can hear it!
I don't remember the last time I cried but I did tonight.
Beside me is a bottle of Yamazaki single malt whiskey that is fucking perfect....
Perfect in the wrong reason to drink tonight.
I still believe that.....
Nevermind, I don't right now. :p
"Fucking... Tell me why..."
I'm going to test my drunken cooking skills. I hunger.
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| I consist of :
Love, drive (also the other kind of drive... restricted license!), honesty, creativity, and loyalty.
Oh, and two fucking bruised up knees. I tripped on my way out of Great America yesterday. Not only did I use up two ice packs and a heating brace, I managed to limp to the kitchen to eat a tuna sandwich, shower, and go to work in San Francisco. Damn tequila.
To sit and complain about my own mistake is no way for me. I've paid my dues for getting my DUI and two bruised knees are not going to slow me down. Can't make money if you don't REALLY work for it.
I worked @ Hue L'amore from 9:30pm until 12am. It was so slow that I had asked to leave. Turns out that the promoter was the birthday boy and had completely no sense in business. I recommend never throwing a party at a night spot if you have to coordinate the event. Let someone else do the dirty work.... Enjoy yourself. Speaking from experience.
I end up driving to Club NV to look for more work. It's not possible that I go home with close to nothing in my pocket for a Saturday night. I decided to quit NV 2 weeks ago but I took the job back. Not because I love the place. (throws up) I love my coworkers. Cheers! Only few know why I wanted to quit. All in good reason. Anyway, turns out that they were totally slammed & I came at the right moment. Note that my knees are still burning in hell. Ouch... i rubs them.
We hang out counting our tips after a crazy night and filling out our paper work... Smoking fancy cigarettes and laughing about the worst customers we had. A new drunk cocktail waitress sat indian style on the sticky bar singing horrible tunes and mixing me up with another asian bartender that was also working. Fcking cunt. lol.
After all that we all wait like a family outside until everyone is out. Showing off new rides and new bicycles due to DUI's. Comedians... All of them. 4AM passes.... Standing on the streets of good ol' San Francisco. These are the days I live and breathe for.
Yo, it's now 5:32 AM... Time to turn over. I feel my skin sizzling from the sun rising.
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| This is the story of a girl that gets the girls but not 'the girl.'
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Your Personality Is Like Alcohol
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You're the life of the party, a total flirt, and probably a pretty big jokester.
Sometimes your behavior gets you in trouble, but you still remain socially acceptable.
You're a pretty bad driver, and you're dancing could also use a little work!
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