Yesterday I started my working at Restaurant Indigo. The information being thrown at me is just overwhelming, but I'm always up for a challenge. Right now they're in the process of turning me into a wineo and server extraordinaire. I couldn't ask for a better environment to work in; everyone is cool as shit, and there's always upbeat acid jazz on ( Read more... )

I'm entirely moved into the new apartment, but the place is still a total wreck. It needs a woman's touch, but Shamus and I will have to iron out the details on our own.

I need a drink. Salute!

I'm ready to kick this town like a bad habbit. Thankfully the family is bombarding me with housewarming gifts. Among the freebies scored ( Read more... )

I've began packing my stuff into boxes since I move to the new apartment in a few weeks. It's amazing how much crap you find lying around the attic from your weirder phases of life.

Parachute pants: check
Max Headroom poster: check
tobacco pipe: check ( Read more... )

Never drink Night Train.

Looks like I can pass for a 16-year-old when taking a date to the movies. The people at AMC must know I'm hard up for money, so I'm not complaining one bit. It's just funny that I get carded to watch R movies when hardly anyone checks my ID for alcohol.

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Does anyone else hate the booty txt messages? When I'm thinking with my penis, the last thing on the brain is trying to mash miniscule buttons with my sasuage fingers, for fuck's sake! Where has the phone etiquette gone?

I have no idea what the Hell I wrote last entry.

Is there anything more clear in your life than retrospect; is it ever too late to act on the last moment? Think back on all the bad shit that has ever happened, the most momentousness, king of all, fuck-ups and see how you would act differently to change the outcome in your favor ( Read more... )