asi fue

I have so much on my shoulders

she's all that

Me and Lucy have been inflicted with insomnia...

she's a queen

i wish i was a clairvoyant like chip coffee *sigh*

I want your everything as long as it's free

So I've adopted a little mini pincher and her name is Lucy <3

Times a' changin'

so a whirlwind of events have taken place from the moment I laid down those moving boxes on my new hard wood floors to the moment I sent my first check for the month's rent.

I was let go from PH (the source of my wealth) but I quickly went scouting and although I did not land a server gig I did however find this small ever so gentle gem of a work place. The faces are friendly the work is light the pay check is steady what's a girl to complain about? oh yeah. taxes.

see as a server you don't get hit with taxes so often and if you do it's taken away from you before you even feel it beneath your hands much as the feeling pay checks give you. I know a girl shouldn't complain especially under these circumstances but come on I feel not as whole and I know it's a risky move but I'm looking for a better cash out a larger scale... a restaurant perhaps with lots happening and heavy tippers.

I feel like a stripper.

but it's game in the name of $$

my troubles are this:

a party on hallow's eve with much anticipated booze, food and cheer. I need dinero so I could foot the bill. I need to look sharp, I need to buy food, I need to pay some heavy bills.

I need I need I need. the vocabulary of a city girl with some money blues.

ugh..

a few thousand dollers later

All moved in, it's definitely an exciting feeling to have something to call your own.
Something that reads out loud your name.

mmhmm.
this feeling will stay withe me forever.

new apartment new vacation time new me

I'm in constant planning for the next before the first next even happens and this is a true example of what I do. My parents moved me from a comfortable corner next to the living room where my bed was to this annoying hallway (because thats what it actually is) next to the kitchen with no air conditioner and a thin curtain between the door and me. From the moment I came home after working a double shift I slammed my bags on the floor dragged myself to the living room and complained to my dad who thought this was a great idea... During this time I was paying my student loans, bills, etc. the next day I started talking numbers to myself and realizing slowly that I can actually do what I've been dying to do for so long... live by myself alone in an apartment with of course my boyfriend and a few weeks later thats exactly where my wheels are turning. I'm waiting to get approved by a board for a building I'm prepared to move into and as we speak I've bought my plane tickets for me and Phil to Guatemala for christmas. I'm already thinking about a house warming party and going to Kate's Papier for invitations and where to register for gifts... I'm thinking about commissioning a student interior decorator to furnish my apartment and I have a dear friend who managed a furniture store for like 5 years whose already offered to help go bargain shopping at furniture auctions.



I am extremely nervous, excited, and motivated.