I'll Never Be Sorry

Who knew pj's without panties could feel so liberating.......

     I suppose people have been doing it forever but I could never bring myself to.  My mother always made me wear panties to bed as a little girl. Why did she do that, I wonder? I think its even unhealthy to wear em to bed. My new girlfriend turned me onto it. She often sleeps naked which to me is like totally foreign. I just graduated to no panties. Baby steps. I'm weary of this chafing. I may never stop masturbating. Hi, welcome to my blog. I wanted to start with a glimpse into my daily life, but as it seems its too "nightly" outside right now. So we'll just have to wait to see what tomorrow brings my way. I'm 24 and I work at a popular sea food chain restaurant full-time in Ottawa Ontario. I use the term full-time loosely because they never actually give me full time hours. I end up having to pickup shifts off people to bank any sort of a paycheque it seems like these days.  I live alone with my dog and see my girlfriend as much as I can.

I don't go to church obviously as I was baptised catholic before I discovered I had a vagina. I wonder if I can be unbaptized. If not, that is a crock of horse shit! I'm too lazy to look that shit up. Nor do I care. I don't know if I even believe in God. I'm working on believeing in myself these days. I'm kind of an alcohol abuser. (My Boss had a sit down with me about that a few weeks back. Yikes! But I'll never be sorry. More about him and my love life to come.) You would be too if you saw my place of work.  Ever see one of those movies like "Waiting" or "Slammin Salmon?" That's my life. That's any waitor/waitress' life. They want us to call ourselves "servers" but nobody wants to be labelled as anyones slave. At least thats how I feel. So anyways, back to serving drunk most days. If I had a nickel. Seriously, every morning shift you got your typical serving staff crew. There's me and all the other alchy's that work full time and have nothing else really going for us in our lives so we drink almost every night. This leaves little money for Rent and bills and we're constantly bumming smokes off one another. So we roll up in our cabs....cuz we can't ever get out of bed on time having not entered bed until 4 am at the earliest the previous night. Usually we're running in tryna iron our shirts and be on the floor for the 15 minute check in rule. That never works. Heaven forbid you get a stain on your shirt from your "must have" tim hortons double double. Thats gonna cost you a walk over to Zellers for a new shirt. Or you can try snagging someone elses from the change room that isnt an equal slob or 500 sizes too big for you. Once the day kicks off hopefully youre in a low maintenance section with someone other than one of the keener staff. My keener staff I mean the die hards. The ass kissers, the I need to support my 3 children on a waitress paycheque staff. You get one of them and youre still tanked form the night b4 and youre cooked. You better haul ass or sit the fuck down because you ain't makin any money otherwise. The perfect day would be like two rotations no babies or immigrants in my section and somebody orders a lobster so my boss can see how amazing an upseller I am. K we'll talk more tomorrow.

    Jersey Shore is probably up online now. Ya I beat that basic cable system with online tv. Channels 1 to 28 Fuck You Rogers cutting me off right before MuchMusic then expecting me to know what went down on the shore for Snookie's appearance on Ellen the next morning. I'll Take That Dare!