so my first shift i'm covering for someone. my last tuesday night off, and i get drunk, smoke a bowl, and i'm at the seawall till like 4 am. i get back i chill for a bit, and i'm still pretty drunk and i go and try to go to sleep. and someone calls and needs me to cover a shift. they literally called everyone else because i'm the only person listed as unavailable for wednesdays [which ends this week] so i HAVE to do it. since also because of a scheduling mistake i am only scheduled 5 hrs next week. so i need to take it even if i wasn't the last resort. fuck me hard. i haven't slept yet. i'm still a little drunk and high and i'm about to go do the morning rush at the starbucks at&t building where in a morning rush we can serve up to and over 200 perople in ten minutes. pray for my soul.

i got an apartment! i'm not going to be homeless! it's across the street from the belmont blue line stop, and it's a studio apartment. and it's two blocks away from the korean grocery store. fuck yeah! more details to come i have to go pack!

oh man last night was crazy. i got TRASHED. i went down a slide while it was raining. and walking to the train fell like twice. WOO. then on the train, i'm doing fine then right before the grand stop i felt my throat get kinda watery. fuck. so i stand up, puke on the el doors, then procede to puke out in the station. and the train WAITED FOR ME TO FINISH PUKING. the conductor actually waited for me. tha rocks. so meryl and i get off at the washington stop cause the train was just not working for me, and i needed a good walk at that point. it was LONG. but i needed it. then i came home and took like a two hour bath. and passed the fuck out. there are many a picures from last night that i hope to get my hands on soon to post. it sucks i got so shitty, cause i looked so fucking cute last night.