Day Sixty-Seven: Uh.

Welp, definitely woke up drunk today after a night of . . . shenanigans. Work was . . . fun?

Day Sixty-Six: That's All Folks!

You know what I did yesterday? I watched cartoons. With my roommates. With candy. And chips. And diet Coke. For serious, it was amazing. So. Much. Fun.

Daffy and Donald and Daisy. Foghorn Leghorn and Bugs. Sylvester, Tweety and ICABOD CRANE - holy shit, do you guys remember how terrifying that cartoon was as a child? It was scary even last night, surrounded by friends and TWENTY-TWO YEARS of knowing it isn't true - no wonder my eight year old self almost peed herself over that film.


ALSO, Mr.Seventy-Five and retired, being old does not give you the right to be creepy and tipping me well does not afford you the privilege of hitting on me. Gross, dude.

Day Sixty-Five: Off my game

I know, I KNOW. All of my posts have been work-related lately. Today's post was going to be too, I was going to go on and on and on about low-tip percentages and my aching back and the fact that I just can't seem to remember everything on my to-do list no matter how many times I check it. I was. Instead I give you: Listening.

I am listening to Mason Jennings a lot lately. I especially like his Darkness Between Fireflies annnnnnnd don't give me that 'of course you like him, you're a girl' bullshit. I like him because he has an odd voice and cool lyrics and if being a girl means I get to like cool ass dudes like Jennings than I'm glad I got the vag, kids.

This is not the song that I usually listen to on my walk to work (WORK!) but the music video is super legit (yes, I talk like that) and so I lend it to you:

Day Sixty-Four: Annnnnd, we're back.

Back to work that is.

You know what I like about work? My coworkers are crossword people and crossword people? We just get it. We know that it's never slow when you have a Shortz clue to figure out. There is never a customer mean enough or stingy enough to make my crossword less than perfectly enjoyable. Thank you, NY Times, thank you.

Day Sixty-Three: Hangover anyone?

UN RESACA BEYATCHES. I have one. Ugh.

Today is my only day off, ever, in the history of ever. I exaggerate, not. I'm going to live it up by nursing my hungover self with coffee and a little Lia-reconnection. Pretty flipping excited, yo.

Day Sixty-Two: Legit

I was supposed to be "hosting" tonight but I ended up full-on serving. I can't seem to get used to the fact that waitressing is unpredictable. One day you'll have a line out the door and round the block and the next you'll have one table and six bored-to-tears staffers. Odd.

Now, I drink.

Day Fifty-Nine, Sixty and Sixty-One: Missing posts?

You'll notice from time to time that I don't post every day, even though that is the promise I made. I'm struggling, right now, with finding what to write. This is not just a blog problem.

I recently set a goal: I would, this year, apply to grad school. I want to study Creative Writing at a top program and I want to earn my M.F.A. This goal requires that I complete 50 polished pages of creative writing. Maybe it's the stress of having a deadline, but I am suffering from the worst case of Writer's Block in recent memory.

I have maybe four stories going at once and every time I take one step forward with them I take about eight back.

The other, not so drastic, problem is that I am house sitting for my parents and they don't have wireless so my lap top is basically useless.

Anyways, enough with the excuse. Forward march.

Day Fifty-Eight: on writer's being stupid

There is a certain grain of stupidity that the writer of fiction can hardly do without, and this is the quality of having to stare, of not getting the point at once.
---Flannery O'Connor

Well, I certainly don't get the point but I'm happy to continue staring.

Day Fifty-Seven: Nightmare

I had a suffocating nightmare last night. Maybe it was just my fever coming back but fuck, no thank you.

Day Fifty-Six: Graduate School?

I'm still gonna do it. . . I think. But, I've been reviewing the admission requirements and it's just not in the cards kids. I've decided though, as long as I try I'll be okay settling for what I've got. It's the not trying that'll get you.