i guess i'll start cross posting from my myspace blog
started out nice. went to dc with justin on friday night, did a lot of walkin around and picture takin and it was fun.
on saturday, i went to see my mom (so i was back in dc) and we went to eastern market (awesome awesome vendor type place. really cool.).
saturday night, not so good. i didn't eat anything all day, so i was a bit irritable. i get like that. went to work at papa johns, and was okay, until i saw the schedule for next week. 16 hours, on top of the 40 hours i put in at ritz. and it hit me that i did not want to be working that much. long story short, i was a bit of a pouty drama queen, but i wanted to quit, and for a second time gail talked me into staying, because they were "fucked for drivers" as she said. that sucks and all, but i don't like working 3 weeks in a row with no days off. so i told her that a) i wasn't coming in today even though i wasn't scheduled to close, and b) i wasn't working weekends anymore. it's just that simple. it's a part time job. it's not my main source of income. the money i make from there keeps me in junk food and that's about it. if they decide that they'd rather fire me, then so be it. but i'm looking out for my mental health. i feel so lame saying that, but it's the truth.
and then i took pictures of myself today. i realized that i'm a bit of an exhibitionist. i guess i am pretty comfortable with my body. when i can suck it in and make it look decent anyways. i'm hairy and discolored (i think the discoloringness is a sign of me not being healthy). oh well. it's not going away anytime soon, so i might as well get used to it.
just kidding.
on saturday, i went to see my mom (so i was back in dc) and we went to eastern market (awesome awesome vendor type place. really cool.).
saturday night, not so good. i didn't eat anything all day, so i was a bit irritable. i get like that. went to work at papa johns, and was okay, until i saw the schedule for next week. 16 hours, on top of the 40 hours i put in at ritz. and it hit me that i did not want to be working that much. long story short, i was a bit of a pouty drama queen, but i wanted to quit, and for a second time gail talked me into staying, because they were "fucked for drivers" as she said. that sucks and all, but i don't like working 3 weeks in a row with no days off. so i told her that a) i wasn't coming in today even though i wasn't scheduled to close, and b) i wasn't working weekends anymore. it's just that simple. it's a part time job. it's not my main source of income. the money i make from there keeps me in junk food and that's about it. if they decide that they'd rather fire me, then so be it. but i'm looking out for my mental health. i feel so lame saying that, but it's the truth.
and then i took pictures of myself today. i realized that i'm a bit of an exhibitionist. i guess i am pretty comfortable with my body. when i can suck it in and make it look decent anyways. i'm hairy and discolored (i think the discoloringness is a sign of me not being healthy). oh well. it's not going away anytime soon, so i might as well get used to it.
just kidding.