Riley Drake

Screw it. I'm staying home from this thing. I don't need to go even if I kind of really want to. 

Things I do not want to see:

Cameron flirting.
Cameron thinking about flirting.
References to things Cameron has done after flirting.
References to whatever Cameron did that made him ditch me off and order me pizza instead.

Even if curiosity is killing me on that last point. But only the last one! The rest can go fly a kite.

Anyways.

Work is .. work. I work, I go home. Wash, rinse, repeat. Tips still suck and I'm pretty sure an old man made a half grab at my ass the other day. I'm seriously considering a change in vocation.

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CQ is kind of adorable. Yes, I know I was avoiding the evil that is becoming a crazy cat lady but I can't help it; he's won my heart. There might not be room  for another now. He may even have taken his namesake's spot and he's definitely won out in the way of cuddliness; Cam's not that cuddly. Unless you happen to be some hot  chick with...not finishing that though. Ew ew. Anyways. 

In other news, people need to tip more. Seriously. A woman cannot live on compliments alone so show me some love. You may or may not know this but waitresses don't make that much because we're expected to make decent tips. Good in theory, horrible in practice. Trust me.

Blink. Blink. Blink. Funny how staring at the cursor blinking is not actually writing anything. That's ridiculous Riley, don't put that. Okay. Starting over ... now.

I went to work today. Got decent tips.  That's about it.  Okay, and now I'm boring.  Try again?

Another uneventful day. Got up, went to work and am now using my break to write this.  Cameron's coming over later and we're going to have dinner.  Still haven't decided if we're getting take away or I'm cooking.  Maybe I'll wait to see how I feel at the end of my shift.  That sounds like logic if ever I heard it.

What else?  Oh.  Mam and Dad are having me over for lunch after church tomorrow, so there's that.  Of course, that means the usual questions about am I seeing anyone and how are things at home but I'm beginning to think that's a family thing.  Or if it's not, it should be so I can feel better.  Because I'm hearing it a lot lately. But then, I see them every Sunday so that's probably why.

Still lame.  Oh, whatever. Good enough.

Break's over.  Back to work.

Crappy ending. No time to fix. Damn.

( ...cause it's you and me and all of the people//with nothing to do//nothing to prove... )