~downwithmaureen

i like writing these things a lot, especially when i convince myself that strangers will read it (when, in fact, no one is reading it).

so i've graduated; it's true. i've been out for over a month and have accomplished close to nothing. i'm a bit worried for the future but life is maybe nice for once. i work at this diner now as a waitress; i'm only horrible. my boss is a douche and it's hard to not tell him. i make less than minimum wage because i get shitty tips because i, myself, am shitty.

i have done nothing even remotely close to being art-related. it's good. i like living my life AKA being a bum. there is a particular boy creature in my life who makes it hard to aspire to do anything else but be in his company. he got me RADIOHEAD TICKETS for my birthday, and mind you, this concert has been sold out for months now. it's less that a month away and i'm dying of excitement. i'm also seeing no age with abe vigoda this thursday; my first proper concert experience.

fuck dreams, i got me some new cds.