dirtcointreau

is it because we shake you drinks in the middle of the night? Or is it because we work night shifts? Or that we are not academics? Or is it because we are super fucking awesome? And that we are good-looking? Why does people think we are stupid?

I mean, maybe I don't know the name of the first king of Sweden - because the lack of interests? Or that I don't really like the royal people?

Maybe I don't know what capital there is in Cambodia... - but I know how to make like 300 different cocktails.

Maybe I don't know how many people died in the Korea war... or who really won. - But I am korean, and I actually feel... nothing for that country at all.

But what does matters in this life? Outside of the bar, inside of the bar...? I know things about beer that you will never know, because you find no interests in it at all... And to me this is my life. You call me by nicknames that is not okay, my friends are allowed. But who the fuck are you? I can still get what ever I want, I can even have all the jobs you want. Even thou I don't have a fancy academic education. And I can do whatever I want, when ever I want... Because I am not signed for anything. And damn. I promise you, I am so much better than you at everything in this world....

You call me stupid, but face it... you can't cook, you can't even iron your fucking shirts. You have no manors at all... maybe you know the first president, or who won a Nobel peace price for the first time... but I can learn that aswell, if I read a magazine or an article... you can never learn manors... And face it. Maybe I am the most good looking girl in the room, and don't judge me.

Have you been living my life for an hour, you would have killed yourself. And who will miss you when you die? No one will notice, till we can smell your dead rotten body in your bed... Maybe then we will notice... Don't bother to talk to me. Okay?

Maybe I am not fancy enough to enter the Nobel Dinner, but darling you.... If I am fancy enough to get an offer to serve food at the dinner, then I'm good enough.

And who are you to judge me, farmer boy? Who are you to tell me who I am and who are you to judge my way to dress? Maybe I had some issues before, look at me now. Fucking wonderful, still awesome and the best of the best. I am the brightest star in the sky.

And maybe I am not fancy enough for you... but who wants you? You sleep with bitches and you are nothing but a loser. I am maybe a whore in your eyes, I am a slut... but a single girl with my looks, darling...! You are so far away from prefect. I have been perfect, I have been the marrying kind. Now, I am not, because I choose not to be. Still, I am the most amazing girl you'd have been with. But you burned your bridges. Drop dead.

If you'd have seen the world from my eyes, you'd cry. You would jump off a cliff, and you would never be remembered. Look at me, I've been trough hell, I've been in hell... and I am on my way back to the top. And you are nothing, no one! You are nothing at all. You will never be...! I've been it all. Are we having fun yet?

I'm the dirty bartender, I am the most amazing girl you can dream of.

I am Dirt Cointreau.