sprinkle

out of work early and nuthin to do. Dude i'm supposed to write withseems ta be standin me up. is ok, he wants me to help him write his memoirs, how much could he really havta say anyways? he's young and seems to not have much angst/darkness. Prolly would be tale after tale of drugs and police bullshit. not my style. wouldn't feel rite if i put my stamp on it. still, woulb be nice to get paid to do sum'n other than serve people. so goes life... there is always next time....
Less bitter. got out with best friend. My close friends are all so captivating. I'm a hella lucky girl. Got me temporarily out of wierdo-awkward-self-loathin-empty-inside funk. Not to worry, it'll be back when i wake up. On a lighter note... I have decided what i want to do with my life if i stay in the states, AND a backup plan has emerged as well. Good.