so... i got this job as a personal assistant for some hypocondriac bitch.
it's alright, good pay. and wards off the restlessness. and if i ever wanna quit or get a few days off i just say i got mono. hello loophole.
i saw black lips twice.
paul bought casey and i eagles of death metal tickets, couldn't really ask for more.
sugar pipes. sugar tits.
haven't signed up for school yet. it's nice to have a man i can fuck it up with.
however, crazy stalker ex's aren't.
mine called last night, and it's just like....why? it's been over 2 years now. i mean, i don't really care.some people got no pride. but i guess that's what needy, insecure, weak minded people do.
all in all the past few weeks have been pretty good. and i'm mostly glad i finally got a job. i got this new camera but i don't have the wires to it yet. bummer. here are some i may or may not have already put up.
NYC
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