Today I ran errands and went to dinner with Michael, Stevie and their mom. I also felt really sick. Then I downloaded the first two seasons of Boardwalk Empire, but I fell asleep right into the first episode because I am exhausted. While asleep next to Michael on the couch..I SLAPPED myself on the face…woke up kind of confused..asked Michael if he saw me slap my own face…then laughed about it. That’s probably one of the most stupid things I’ve ever done in my sleep. Also I haven’t heard back from pipeline, but they said it’d be a few days. Fortunately I got a call from a hotel for the front desk job.
Fuck. What the fuck? How can some random internet company get ahold of my bank information and overdraw my account by a hundred dollars. I’m so angry. I can’t even do anything because it isn’t business hours. :
Tomorrow I have a job interview at this place on Pacific Ave. called Pipeline. They sell a bunch of posters, tapestries(which most of the time I think look shitty and cliche), body jewelry, and all kinds of pipes, bongs ect..I went on yelp to see what people had to say about the place. The reviews were all pretty good. One that cracked me up: love this store, this is where I buy my shades. I can’t find my frames anywhere else but Pipe Line. They always have cute stoner girls working behind the counter.
So if I actually end up working here I can sell you guys bongs and movie posters.
It is kind of cool that they have a glass blower in the shop…oh Santa Cruz and all it’s fucking stoners. Haha.
Also I was invited to a White Trash potluck. So i’m making a huge iceberg lettuce salad. That works right?
“Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share.”—Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via doubledaybooks)
Kayla thinks that liz is cute, but has never met her .. Areli (who is straight) gets drunk last weekend and ends up with a lesbians number..this lesbian is Liz. My mission is to set them up..without being creepy. (Oh yeah, I think Liz is cute too)