lovely life

Waking up early feels better than a lot of things. A cup of coffee and a cigarette and I'm set. But when I have to come to class and rot in florescent lit classrooms, I feel like death.

Work is amazing. Hard work.. but I get to serve a bunch of Chad's and give them beers and take their insane tips. Like the drunkest party I've ever had last night.. a $50 bill and a $13 tip? I'm into it. Rent is getting paaaid. And maybe I'll finally be able to go out and buy some clothes for the first time since my wallet got annihilated in the beginning of August.

I've got some notes to take apparently..

You.