Aug 14, 2004 18:55
my world rotates on its axis of chance encounters and seemingly frantic schedules.
i start my second job this week. here's the schedule:
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday- 11am-6pm bar tending
Friday- right after bartending- coffeeshop from 7-12
Saturday, 11-3
Sunday 7:15am-3:15pm
Wednesday night I'm supposed to meet with a modeling agent.
Yeah. Right.
a chilly friday night in the silver springs diner with frankie and joe... a man approaches and slips a card on the table. ...sounds a bit... odd. In any case, a meeting out of sheer curiosity. I've never aspired to be a model. Everything a model is, I am not. Short, more than 100lbs, not so long lean legs, and not terribly well endowed.... now tell me, why would this man approach me while sitting with my hair twisted up and my clothes dressed down?