dear diary
today i got the best job in the world. at least i hope it is a good job. i am going to be a server/bartender at a relatively expensive and respected restaurant in williamsburg. my boss is chill and not very intimidating. i met him at a bar last night and we smoked a joint on north 8th and roebling and he bought me a drink and said i was hired. thank fucking god i don't have to walk around in the sweltering and unflattering heat looking for a job that won't ever hire me.
isabel and i are super into bikes and bars and blunts. it's been pretty chill here in brooklyn the past couple days. my favorite couple of people are MIA which is annoying but i have a job and other shit to do and bikes and blunts!
COOL!
the other night my friend rachel got run over by a yellow cab and i had to ride in the ambulance with her and wait in the emergency room until the early hours of the morning. the past week in new york has been a cornucopia of dramatic exploding overflowing events. in the best possible way, because if these events didn't happen to me, new york would never make up for the best ten days in seattle ever
BLAH BLAH BLAh
gett better rachel hellraiser. i love you.
SO MUCh
i'm being a bad friend now
bikes and blunts and booze BYE BABY.