I got a job, though. In my sleepless night, I found a job as a tutor. Now all I have to do is wait for students to contact me. I set my own hours. I set my own salary. Good job? I think so. And tutors make a shit-ton of money.
I noticed that I haven't spoken of my hipster musings lately. Today was a good one. I wore nothing but black today - black leggings, a black shirt, black shoes - save my circus-colored skirt that I found at a thrift store - Goodwill? - on Saturday back at home. Though what I smoke is not very hipster - I hear hipsters don't do Camels - the variety pack that I tote around with me in my purse is. The contents of my purse: three books, a notebook, six packs of cigarettes, a lighter, a pen, and some sunglasses. Occasionally, I stick my wallet in there. It's Vera Bradley. Slash against hipster points.
Beach trip on April 24th!
Train trip in August!
Tonight was a night of cigar smoking, cigarette smoking, Family Guy watching, and trip planning. Time very well spent. I love Patton and Brittney.
I'm still lonely.
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