07.14.05 :: 11:52 am
thinking about maybe, possibly supplementing my income with a couple hours a week at a coffee shop.
Hello darkness my old friend, in other words.
But whatever. I love coffee. And I love extra cash.
Ryan told me that his sister makes the same exact amount as me, and she owns her own house and goes on wild-ass shopping sprees whenever she wants.
I am living in the wrong city.
I love you, New York. You and me... we're likethis. It's been thirty years. You're like a whorish but lovable sibling to me. I love you. Crazily.
But it might be time. You know? To start thinking about. You know.