The pretty bartender

After twisting open a cap,
she reads my horrorscope, and says I better start talking before the rumors start
But talking can only open me up and get me where I don't want to be
Though maybe I should because she took me in and gave me a smile

She smokes a cigarette and the angel on her back doesn't seem to give a damn
"one day I'll quit" she says, but we both know that she won't
But still, it's quite charming, like much that she does

She may say she's a weird one
But she's one of the few honest and decent things that exist in the place
This shitty little place we've all been sucked into
And may never get away from

Sometimes the little things make it bearable
Enjoyable even, from time to time
Little things like her and the daily hugs goodbye



Not much news to report. This has been the slowest week, workwise, so far. I'll take the break though, and re-energize and get back into the swing of things, hopefully.
Some minor drama, with people getting suspended for drinking on the job, on new year's day. The bartender who served them, and then got into a tiff with the managers was fired this week. No one liked her anyways, so oh well.

Time for hockey night in canada.