I’m praying I get this fucking bank job. I swear to god — in the past 3 weeks working at this place, I came in early 3 times hours way ahead of my shift. I worked that ridiculous 13 hour shift Saturday night/Sunday morning, and I’m going into work early AGAIN tomorrow. I also got asked to stay last night, and I flat out refused. I was having a bad night, but I do feel bad because this chick that I work with was ill. Regardless, I’m facing all of this bullshit in 3 fucking weeks. Already this is getting ridiculous. Do they think I have no life? Yeah, I need the money, but I’m not making as much as I deserve to make for all the fucking work that I do.

I swore to myself that I would never work in the service industry again for a reason. At this point, I would kill to have my old job at BL back again, but God damn it. There’s no fucking opportunity around here at all.

“I met Iggy Pop at Max’s Kansas City in 1970 or 1971. Me, Iggy, and Lou Reed at one table with absolutely nothing to say to each other, just looking at each other’s eye makeup.”

David Bowie 

"I have no idea where this will lead us, but I have a definite feeling it will be a place both wonderful and strange." -Twin Peaks (season 1)


"what can you do with an art history degree???"



I fucking worked a 13 hour shift last night/this morning.

I’m ready to die.


I’m attracted to intelligence. Not the book smart type of intelligence. I could care less whether you’ve gone to college or how much money you make because of it. I like intelligent conversations that make me think even hours after it’s ended. I soak up words from radical minds.