And, Lisa, I forgot to tell you that I love you.
And Lisa, I forgot to tell you I love you more than Rachel does, or anyone else. I love you more than your family probably. Your husband and kids.
That's not that hard, my family doesn't love me that much.
What? your daughter Melissa loves you!
Yeah, but she's annoying.

Time Out

Okay. I got my shifts covered today and tomorrow so I'm settling down a little bit. Getting enough sleep that I'm not a cranky robot, and I've just been playing so much Mob Wars on Facebook that my brain is probably melting.
Yes, I admit, I did wake up at 2 am and 3:30 am to do a couple quick jobs to earn some money really quick and went back to sleep. But I was able to buy an Armored Range Rover today, so it was all worth it. If you don't know what I'm talking about, get addicted.
ADD ME TO YOUR MOB! :)

Um. Yeah. Been playing a lot of basketball, going to the gym, and my hair is growing. I'm pretty happy.

Oh yes. Today I also went to lunch with my old coworker from Chase (Kristie). We had enchiladas and talked about the downfall of that Chase branch. I said hi to everyone there, but my old boss George didn't even smile at me. It's sort of sad. But people make their own hell sometimes. Tanya came out to lunch with us. (Russian Tanya. My former ABM) She's working at Key now. We're both happier.

And this is the end for now.

It's a good thing to have underwear.

Kayleigh and I hit the wall at about 10 today. Somewhere in between her putting a straw in my mouth while I was talking to customers and her screaming "baller" at the top of her lungs...I realized she'd lost her mind. She dared me to down an energy packet, and of course I said of course, but only if I could chase it with a shot, and pretty soon every partner in the store had an energy packet and a shot, ready to go, and one of our customers took a picture. We all went at the same time and Kayleigh snorted the energy packet and the espresso shot right back out her nose. In front of a Middle-Eastern woman who was waiting at the register.
Only Middle Eastern people and very rich business people buy cappuccinos anymore. I don't know why.
Kayleigh probably still has vitamin B and Ginseng up her nose. I don't ask questions.

But this is my life now. I stay too many hours, and I come home and don't go to bed, like I think something special will happen if I stay awake. Sleep is a thing of the past. I am gradually dying, but I'm the happiest person I can remember being, these last three years.

safe from all the horrors of your stinging velvet arms

Today is my first day off. I work 9 more days in a row. I don't think they realize all the overtime I've been getting, or they'd give me more time off. 49 hours last week. At least I made good tips...and I haven't had time to think, again.

So today I slept in til 9:30, watched some (guilty pleasure) Grey's Anatomy, and went to the gym for a decent workout. My family is gone to the farm except my dad, so we've been chilling and having fun. Eating Chinese food and enjoying the peace. Its weird. I clean the bathroom and I smile because I realize no one will come in and mess it up. It's a beautiful thing.

Some of the beautiful things about being alone, number one being:
-clean bathroom, then
-not sharing money
-my schedule doesn't depend on anyone else

I don't like being alone. I'm just saying that I'm enjoying these things while they last. Enjoying independence.

I'm living my life in a series of alarm clocks. 4:15 am. 5 am. 7:30am. 5:17 am.
My phone goes off and then the actual alarm clock across the room.
Wash my eyes with warm water/contacts/pull on my stockings clear up to my knees. Headband, polo shirt, eggs and toast.
Two shots of espresso over whipped cream and caramel sauce...

Press repeat and shake in a couple band practices and naps and more alarms so that I'm not late for stuff. Venti size that. Sugar free. Every morning since I came back from Heaven.

I'm not complaining. I stay out of trouble and I like playing music. So much good has come out of changing jobs that its not even funny. But my boss even told me yesterday (or the day before? they're all the same) that she thought I was a workaholic.
"Yeah..."I said, laughing.
"Well I'm not complaining," she said, also laughing.
Free drinks for everybody. Gotta pay back the man for all the fun I've had. And miles to go before I sleep.
Miles to go before I sleep.

In California, does it all start, or does it all end?

I guess that depends on if you are from Germany or Russia or Mexico or Spain.
I'm from the Midwest, respectively. I guess.

I had a great time with Celisse. We ate too much, talked a lot or not at all. Cooked, ran, moved mattresses in Elevators that were much too small. Parked a U-Haul in a handicapped spot... swam on the roof of a hotel, ate ribs, drank champagne, dined with rich people, and I got free pants.



It's back to business.