Trying to be on Dennis’ level.
Remember that little darling website Myspace? Full of old gems.
Isn’t insanity when you do something repetitive and expect different results? I’ve watched the same thing 12 times in under 2 weeks.
Want the moral of the story?
If you can’t find true love anywhere when looking for it, change your look (go blonde, get botox, extensions, a boob job, and have higher expectations) and you’ll live happily ever after. Somedays it’s the cutest thing, other days I want to put a pistol to my face.
If I could dress as Marie Antoinette at work, I would have a completely different outlook on the whole situation.
Working a second job. Change just feels so fucking good though.
Although I’m exhausted and out of my comfort, just filling up time.
Working myself to death, I worked 15 hr saturday night. This new job is making me laugh. A lot. I was lured in by the idea of this, and damn bikram was giving me so much energy I felt invincible last week. Now I don’t even have time for that, which sucks because it was the only thing making me happy.
Anyways, everyday I go home feeling differently about it. I feel like we are in this cold windowless basement or “the red headed step child’s room” as I like to think of it. A lot of strong personalities, I’ve never worked in a cocktails environment, just different from what I’ve done. I wish I was a server those people make tips and wear way better outfits. One guy was reminding me of such a Tyler Durden, and then yesterday he comes in saying how he beat up a guy hurting a woman on the street. Swoon.
People just got me laughing here. In a good way, all very endearing.
I plan on rewarding myself here. Either a Hasselblad or a trip to Bali/Austrailia/Paris/Jamaica/London, ooow London. Ok something along these lines.
I’ve just been in this black hole for so long, I need a boost.