here comes the summer
there's something about drinking a big cup of black coffee when waking up that is just so refreshing and nice. i rememeber growing up that my mother would cherish her saturday and sunday morning coffee. she would sit on the sectional couch in her bedroom and read the morning paper and sip her coffee and look out her windows onto the canyon...you could feel the contentedness emanating from her and i feel like some part of me is starting to understand how good it feels to just sit with a cup of coffee and contemplate the feeling of 'i have stuff to do, but nothing life altering, so i'm just going to sit and enjoy this coffee and take 'me' time.' it really is unequivocally nice.
ahhh the first 300 pages of the count of monte cristo are my faaavorite...especially pages 100-300. i'm somewhere in there right now and i can't put my book down. i read literally until i couldn't keep my eyes open any longer last night...until around 4:30 or 5:30 in the morning...i'm not even sure. yesterday work was easy...no real problems, a relatively slow night.
tonight is a private party at the spotted pig, which i am working, for THE PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN PREMIER AFTERPARTY!!! they rented the ENTIRE RESTAURANT...all three floors. omg i'm going to see like 10 million A-list celebrities at one time and i'm going to find a reason to accidentally touch ALL OF THEIR BUTTS. you think i'm kidding, don't you. but we all know the one i want is johnny depp and we all know that he may or may not be sexually assaulted tonight. like he's gonna need mental help from the AVP when i'm done with him. he's gonna like be one of the hotline callers and dre is gonna answer the phone lmao
maybe i should get out of the house early today. i need to mail a package. maybe i'll call phil or angela and see if they wanna get lunch. damnit the count of monte cristo is so fucking good i just want to sit here all day and read though. i identify a lot with edmond dantes for some reason, even though i haven't been locked in prison for 14 years lol.
okay okay...nothing of terrible importance to say. so i'll stop. oh, and the word on the street is that there's been a lot of cult recruiting on nyu's campus lately, so buyers beware!!
in other news, our apartment is most definitely a GANGSTA'S PARADISE. lol. i got stoned last night after work and opened the refrigerator and it was full of yummy food and munchies and me and rosie (the cat present in the kitchen at the time) proclaimed that the refrigerator is a gangsta's paradise...i made her agree with me before i'd put her down lol. she hates me.
ahhh the first 300 pages of the count of monte cristo are my faaavorite...especially pages 100-300. i'm somewhere in there right now and i can't put my book down. i read literally until i couldn't keep my eyes open any longer last night...until around 4:30 or 5:30 in the morning...i'm not even sure. yesterday work was easy...no real problems, a relatively slow night.
tonight is a private party at the spotted pig, which i am working, for THE PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN PREMIER AFTERPARTY!!! they rented the ENTIRE RESTAURANT...all three floors. omg i'm going to see like 10 million A-list celebrities at one time and i'm going to find a reason to accidentally touch ALL OF THEIR BUTTS. you think i'm kidding, don't you. but we all know the one i want is johnny depp and we all know that he may or may not be sexually assaulted tonight. like he's gonna need mental help from the AVP when i'm done with him. he's gonna like be one of the hotline callers and dre is gonna answer the phone lmao
maybe i should get out of the house early today. i need to mail a package. maybe i'll call phil or angela and see if they wanna get lunch. damnit the count of monte cristo is so fucking good i just want to sit here all day and read though. i identify a lot with edmond dantes for some reason, even though i haven't been locked in prison for 14 years lol.
okay okay...nothing of terrible importance to say. so i'll stop. oh, and the word on the street is that there's been a lot of cult recruiting on nyu's campus lately, so buyers beware!!
in other news, our apartment is most definitely a GANGSTA'S PARADISE. lol. i got stoned last night after work and opened the refrigerator and it was full of yummy food and munchies and me and rosie (the cat present in the kitchen at the time) proclaimed that the refrigerator is a gangsta's paradise...i made her agree with me before i'd put her down lol. she hates me.