I’m adulting so right tonight. I talked to friends, went to Ralph’s to deposit my paycheck, got tacos, and am now watching M. Night Shymalan’s The Village. At the taco stand they called my number and I went to get it, but a man who arrived before me was all, um, that’s ’92’. And I was like, ‘Tres’? But okay? I turned to pack my radishes and I could hear the workers rejecting him. I turned back around like, yo, and he gave me this perplexed look like, how did this bitch know it was ’93’ and why is she going before me when I’m ’92’?! Meanwhile I’m like, didn’t any of you learn Spanish in school…
I’m not going to talk about work things because it would be venting and venting doesn’t make for good writing.
I didn’t get the job I interviewed for. I was pretty confident about my chances, but I could’ve been more polished and I think it went to someone more relevant. It was a good learning experience and it was fun. Look at me conforming to society. I think I’ve done good so far this month, but I’d like to apply for more. I’ll hang out with people less and engage with certain people at work a lot less. I might talk less too. Let me just do my shit, make my money, and go on home, or at least do something that encourages actual, spiritual growth. Damn, I’m back on my bullshit.
My roomie’s boyfriend towed Playboi Carti’s car last night. He’s in town for Day N Night fest. I wish I could’ve went but yanno what, $$$ is the motive cuh.
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