In real life, I am not as much of a bitch as I come across here. Why? Because I have a fucking filter on this beautiful mouth of mine. I know when to say what I'm thinking and when to keep my trap shut. Thats why I have this lame ass blog, where I transform from mellow doormat to a crazed, filithy mouthed witch with a bad attitude. Wish I could say the same for one of my customers, who feels like hes gotta yell across the cafe that the rash on his dick keeps getting worse. True story.

Excuse me while I vomit in the frappachino sink, please.