That place I used to hate, it's closing. Forever. In February, just like my other long-term job prior. The notorious one that (it seemed) couldn't help making enemies right and left. Their former head chef, a few jilted lawsuit-happy employees, the operator of the local restaurant review site (and subsequent area foodies), neighbors in the mall... ( Read more... )

dirty laundry

$225 + 2.5 days, $400/mo + $400.

give or take. doable.

Sometimes (shit, most of the time) I really love my job. Most of these times are weekday mornings, because we have a bunch of regulars that come in and see me everyday. Some of them even go out of their way. There's a guy that works at Morninglory Music that snakes through the mall so I can get him iced coffee and tell him about the band, a couple ( Read more... )

A train of thought I just had:

"Man these Vans are totally falling apart. I should just order some new ones. No wait. I'm graduating from college soon. Grown women don't wear Vans."

=(

20 more fucking days.

It's late May or early June, and Trina and I are trying to get rid of the random crap in our rooms to make the move-out easier. I've got a bag of shit to dump in the bum bin, and Trina's got an open box, which I'm standing by and looking through. I think there were some candles, but the neatest thing is this little black purse with some awesome ( Read more... )

I'm gonna post a list of the best and worst people I've met here at UCSB.

garbage OUT ( Read more... )

I decided to hit the pool in these 2 weeks before the next quarter (and my swimming class) begins, just to make sure I wasn't going to drown, and maybe to practice not drowning. I didn't drown, good news, and I'm actually really comfortable in the water. AND it's not going to fuck up my feet like running/standing for like 20 hours every day tends ( Read more... )