um, b.s.? ahh, i knew that was a 2 of clubs and not an ace of spades
wow, bullshit artist.
jim came over to the barn last night to beg me to stay for 2 hours. this involved straight up lying to me about things that i either know the real story behind or can guess that he's full of shit. after attempting to verbally "jerk me off"(emily) he then turned to calling me unprofessional and lacking integrity. he listed the myriad of ways that the company would fail without me with a tone that implied i owe him something. i was drinking red wine and began to tell him exactly what i thought of him. dad said i should wait until my check clears to do this, but i have a loose tongue and felt cornered.
after this i went over to sarah's. she told me that i could make "my own reality" and must be weak in spirit to be lacking the ability to do this. carlo told me he understood and that jim has yet to pay him for the catalog he designed. we played cashflow and i drank. when my eyelids began to droop around 12:30 sarah started slapping my ass, hitting me and saying "its your last night in cali, you can't fall asleep!" as i drove away from there i heard every earthly element singing the praises of my decision and nanci griffith informing me "when you can't find a friend you still got the radio." damn fucking right.
i packed up today feeling all the more encouraged to get the fuck out of here. now, i'm typing out a list of all the things i think they need to do to pull this summer off. beyond that i couldn't give a fuck what happens here. a handfull of other people, who have attempted this job for him in the past, told me it would end this way. i just never imagined.
molly told me 6 months ago "you need a fire under you - that tough love - it got you where you are today. in california there can be a fire all around you and you don't even notice and your like 'shit, i've been burning up this whole time.'" on that day i thought "whoa, thats some prophetic shit. i don't really know what the hell she's talking about, but i'm going to write it down."
jim came over to the barn last night to beg me to stay for 2 hours. this involved straight up lying to me about things that i either know the real story behind or can guess that he's full of shit. after attempting to verbally "jerk me off"(emily) he then turned to calling me unprofessional and lacking integrity. he listed the myriad of ways that the company would fail without me with a tone that implied i owe him something. i was drinking red wine and began to tell him exactly what i thought of him. dad said i should wait until my check clears to do this, but i have a loose tongue and felt cornered.
after this i went over to sarah's. she told me that i could make "my own reality" and must be weak in spirit to be lacking the ability to do this. carlo told me he understood and that jim has yet to pay him for the catalog he designed. we played cashflow and i drank. when my eyelids began to droop around 12:30 sarah started slapping my ass, hitting me and saying "its your last night in cali, you can't fall asleep!" as i drove away from there i heard every earthly element singing the praises of my decision and nanci griffith informing me "when you can't find a friend you still got the radio." damn fucking right.
i packed up today feeling all the more encouraged to get the fuck out of here. now, i'm typing out a list of all the things i think they need to do to pull this summer off. beyond that i couldn't give a fuck what happens here. a handfull of other people, who have attempted this job for him in the past, told me it would end this way. i just never imagined.
molly told me 6 months ago "you need a fire under you - that tough love - it got you where you are today. in california there can be a fire all around you and you don't even notice and your like 'shit, i've been burning up this whole time.'" on that day i thought "whoa, thats some prophetic shit. i don't really know what the hell she's talking about, but i'm going to write it down."