It’s all about those lil’ people ( Read more... )

$9 an hour. 40 hours per week. 16 weeks a summer. = roughly $3,800 spendable cash.

do i:

buy a cheap used car? (i can use this to get around miami independently and possibly to get a higher paying job)

or

go to europe like i've always wanted? (this would make me very happy and i could always buy a car next year)

He's a taciturn boy ( Read more... )

“Quick put your clothes on!” she whispers ( Read more... )

we're both sniffling now and running on virtually no sleep. but the sky is pretty and the pictures will come out well. the guard says that i can't take pictures on the metro without a permit from government center. i take as many pictures as i please. i'm not al-qaeda. i'm a fucking american citizen, born and raised ( Read more... )

a soft glow blurs the candlelights and jazz sweeps across the room weaving in between the pits of conversation. they're not saying anything important. lots of smiles. lots of sparkles; in the jewelry, in the wine glasses, in the chandeliers, in the sequins, in the smiles of the rich. i feel so out of place in my rented tux; in my undeserved ( Read more... )

so after nearly 36 hours of a total lack of sleep, my body is finally tired enough to sleep... 10 straight hours of it. I'm awoken by my cell phone, which I mistakenly think is a friend calling me. I answer it only to find that it was my manager who was calling me into the office. Typically if Laticia needs something of me she asks me over the ( Read more... )

it begins as a zombie movie scenario, like many of my dreams. i'm in my house in orlando with three other people. i recognize one as my sister. we're in the house armed with two weapons: an automatic rifle and a tranquilizer gun that if shot in the neck with, one could die peacefully rather than becoming zombified. it doesn't take more than a ( Read more... )

The flash of dizzying lights and the thick fog of nicotine have become familiar sensations. I breathe through my nose and peer through the club from a lounge seat in a refurbished school bus that's covered in sharpie graffiti. Out the windows of the tin shell are spinning lights and the same dancing silhouettes that you'd see anywhere. The smell of ( Read more... )

“Maybe if I just click this… oops. Script error? What’s this?” The old blonde whines out to the circular classroom. She continues clicking buttons while the class shouts out suggestions. I smile and keep my head facing down, concentrating on the doodling on my paper that’s grown to cover the upper right hand corner of the syllabus ( Read more... )