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Foo in the morning. I think I was "foo"lish to think that I could ever really tolerate this job. Oh well. I'll just keep on applying around. I'm trying to stay positive. Apparently my life is waiting.
I went home for the past 36 hours or so and wasn't too keen on leaving. For starters, everything in Connecticut is so cheap. We went to chili's and everything was like $7 and my margarita was $4.99. What the fuck. I need some of that in New York.
I'm sick of my sublet. It's really fine, but it's far and I miss coming home to friends and being able to have people over (one because I used to live in a central location and two because we had the same friends).
I've got a few glimmers of light right now that I'm trying to hang onto. I suppose it would be illogical to think that an uphill climb would be easy, but it would be nice if someone had color-coded the rocks so I knew where to grab. At least I know I have people I love to give me a boost when I need it. :) I won't let this entry digress into one of those long-weird-emotional-inspirational "things" i've been writing when I'm overtired.
But Nikki and I have a script idea:
A rag-tag group of sassy hookers get recruited by the CIA to fight a drug lord. Obviously one of them is a tranny and obviously hilarity ensues. It's pretty woman meets Armageddon. We're already in talks with Michael Bay.
I went home for the past 36 hours or so and wasn't too keen on leaving. For starters, everything in Connecticut is so cheap. We went to chili's and everything was like $7 and my margarita was $4.99. What the fuck. I need some of that in New York.
I'm sick of my sublet. It's really fine, but it's far and I miss coming home to friends and being able to have people over (one because I used to live in a central location and two because we had the same friends).
I've got a few glimmers of light right now that I'm trying to hang onto. I suppose it would be illogical to think that an uphill climb would be easy, but it would be nice if someone had color-coded the rocks so I knew where to grab. At least I know I have people I love to give me a boost when I need it. :) I won't let this entry digress into one of those long-weird-emotional-inspirational "things" i've been writing when I'm overtired.
But Nikki and I have a script idea:
A rag-tag group of sassy hookers get recruited by the CIA to fight a drug lord. Obviously one of them is a tranny and obviously hilarity ensues. It's pretty woman meets Armageddon. We're already in talks with Michael Bay.