I have no days off until potentially next week. I decided to take some bartending shifts back after saying goodbye to the occupation. It seemed better to have some spending money in between paychecks to pay for my daily expenses, the food, etc. I have it set up in such a way that money will not be something inciting a riot of panic in my brain. As in, there will be plenty to fuel my needs.

I went out last night with the intention to write a little editorial about choosing a place to live, the destination of New York City and what the differences were between life in the deep south versus the super urban mega-plex life, and some other stuff I was going to throw in there. I went to the Alligator Lounge looking for my free pizza with the purchase of a drink. But there was nowhere to sit. Which further enraged me, so I threw a mental tantrum and went to Union Pool. Drank my beverage when Stephanie, my sister by blood (birth mother’s daughter) called to say hello. We spoke and spoke. Went home and remained mildly passed out yet still angry I didn’t get to finish my thing.

Now I’m sitting here picking my nose and writing, contemplating if that might be too much information. not that I care.

I got my portable air conditioner last night via a young lady who put it up on Craigslist. We hauled it down 30 steps together and I stood outside the front of her building. Rolled it to the corner where two skater kids helped me put it in and proceeded to piss the cab driver off making him take me to Brooklyn. Though it all ended well since I told him how much I empathized with him about hating going to Brooklyn. It all ended well, his incredulous eyes wide saying, you live in that? Pointing to the front of my warehouse building. Pulled his shirt down to show me his too-expensive tattoo. Why people do that so beyond me. But whatever.

Tonight I work for redbull at the jacobthejeweler event. Who on earth is jacob the jeweler?

I have NO idea.

I think I might have to blog seriousness on my blogspot blog. and leave this for selfish world. my own place. to pee out my own thoughts.