I just woke up, I've been sleeping till 11 everyday and procrastinating on this freelance project I'm working on. My dog shit on yannick's floor, the little fucker.
I keep seeing all these gay commercials for stupid reality TV shows that are taking place in Atlanta, and because of this last night I dreamed I was on the Real World.
The trash guys haven't picked up our trash yet and it is over flowing into the street decorating my neighborhood not that it wasn't already decorated. Mostly with tiny crack baggies.
I still can't drink until Saturday.
I 'v been a hermit lately, mostly just working at the club. Casara called me this morning still drunk, I went to bed at ten last night.
I got this crazy job and I hated it so I quit....well stopped going. I have an interview tonight o be a fucking promotional model...out of the resumes I send out each day I only get a response to market liquor. I guess it's not so bad caus eI hope I get the job...I'm BROKE.
And Plappy like Liquor.
So fucking anyway, My social life basically went down the shitter for the past week cause every morning I had to wake up at 6 to go sell At&T to fuckers who don't really need it anyway. I didn't feel good about lying to people about their hom service or making commission. It eally sucks.
I am an artist not a fucking liar.
I also got an interview to do admin for a gay-run interior design firm... that might be fun. Probbly would be. I am exhausted I'm tired of getting up so early and working so late. Fuck jobs they suck. Anyone want to give me tons of money?
