I went to bed very early last night. 11:30pm. Hooray. I got a hold of Mike today, via email. He had the wrong phone number for me. My bicycle is still broken. I've taken note recently on how shitty my luck in LA is; even though Jeff had warned me time and time again. Oh, well. I think I needed to come back here to realize things like: Never move back to LA ever again!!!!
It's also reaffirming my belief in needing to get my ass in gear and start a career. I've been talking about doing so many things for so long and not doing it. It's time I do. I'm almost 28 and need to do something. I'm tired of working for others. I need to do something for myself.
Ideally I would like to just go to school and finish it without working, or at least not that much.
I glanced through an issue of Rollingstone that just came and I know I'll have some laughs. I hate fucking Mick Jagger. That guy! Speaking of, I watched Gimme Shelter the other night. I dont' think I'd ever watch it again, but it was all right for one viewing. I just thought of the Cable Guy the whole time. "We need an ambulance to the scaffold..."
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Hopefully you'll get that. I like/hate talking to assholes on the phone. I like it because my job allows me to take matters in my own hand, up to a point.
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