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good evening lj! i refuse to say good morning. let me explain. I finally found a job back in February and it's a night job. at San Loco of all fucking places, so i'm back in the east village after having run away for almost 3 years. i ran off to chinatown and then brooklyn for jobs. blahhhh.............i dunno how i feel about it, some days i like it and others i really don't. i know that's what a job is and all, but i'm the kinda person that needs to love what they're doing.
i'm trying to figure out what that is. anyway, i;m working as a cashier again, but this time doing a little bartending since one of their locations has a little bar and 3 of them have a full bar. i can make a margarita with my eyes closed by now, but don't get to make other drinks as often as i wish i could.
too tired to continue writting. i'm off to bed.
i'm trying to figure out what that is. anyway, i;m working as a cashier again, but this time doing a little bartending since one of their locations has a little bar and 3 of them have a full bar. i can make a margarita with my eyes closed by now, but don't get to make other drinks as often as i wish i could.
too tired to continue writting. i'm off to bed.