For People Who Nearly Died, But Survived
It's been quite a long time since I last posted, I know. The room mate's computer is slightly off limits, so I try to take as little time on it as I can.
Things are the best they've ever been in this city. I finally am starting to get my shit together, after all the crazy partying I did, I think that is all finally over. I haven't had any marijuana in almost 3 weeks, and the cloud is slowly lifting. It feels so unusual to wake up with a clear mind. I dug myself so deeply into that pot hole that I thought I'd never get myself out of it.
I am applying for a new job at Peet's after a run in with my old boss from Starbucks, Craig. He told me some things about the company that caught my interest so I typed out a resume today and I'm going to get an application tomorrow. I am also proud to announce that I will in fact be starting school again next semester, which is such a relief. There was something about spending all of my day's off getting stoned that just stopped being fun for me. I can't explain exactly what it was, but I just finally got sick of it. That's not to say that I won't ever smoke again, but I will never smoke like that again.
Got tested for everything, and everything came out negative. What a relief.
No real exciting news to speak of. I heard Janice Dickinson is hiring a new personal assistant in LA. If only I could apply! I would totally work for that bitch tyrant. Top Model is better than ever. Top 3, you ask? Melrose, Anchal, and AJ. I'll choose Eugena as my wild card. At first I thought that Caridee would make it far, but straight on she looks like a man.
Finally talking to my father again, but now not my mother. I'd been calling her for support with my pot addiction, meanwhile she was totally smoking behind my back. How the fuck is that for support.
I'll write more when some things start happening. I can't wait, really. It's time to get this fucking ball rolling.
Things are the best they've ever been in this city. I finally am starting to get my shit together, after all the crazy partying I did, I think that is all finally over. I haven't had any marijuana in almost 3 weeks, and the cloud is slowly lifting. It feels so unusual to wake up with a clear mind. I dug myself so deeply into that pot hole that I thought I'd never get myself out of it.
I am applying for a new job at Peet's after a run in with my old boss from Starbucks, Craig. He told me some things about the company that caught my interest so I typed out a resume today and I'm going to get an application tomorrow. I am also proud to announce that I will in fact be starting school again next semester, which is such a relief. There was something about spending all of my day's off getting stoned that just stopped being fun for me. I can't explain exactly what it was, but I just finally got sick of it. That's not to say that I won't ever smoke again, but I will never smoke like that again.
Got tested for everything, and everything came out negative. What a relief.
No real exciting news to speak of. I heard Janice Dickinson is hiring a new personal assistant in LA. If only I could apply! I would totally work for that bitch tyrant. Top Model is better than ever. Top 3, you ask? Melrose, Anchal, and AJ. I'll choose Eugena as my wild card. At first I thought that Caridee would make it far, but straight on she looks like a man.
Finally talking to my father again, but now not my mother. I'd been calling her for support with my pot addiction, meanwhile she was totally smoking behind my back. How the fuck is that for support.
I'll write more when some things start happening. I can't wait, really. It's time to get this fucking ball rolling.