AM Host (part-time)

well, it's a so(m)ber day here at Queen Pink Diamond. one of my bffs moved away to the new world, to the colonies, to Chicago. nothing against Chicago, it's just...you know...not me. i am taking his move personally and am probably going cry myself to sleep tonight. you know at the end of Garden State when Elizabeth Taylor is crying in the phone booth at the airport cause she thinks she will never see Channing Tatum again? i'm like that right now, except Channing Tatum doesn't return and sweep me off my feet...or pull me out of the phone booth, or whatever happens, i don't really remember i'm kinda drunk (i lied, it's not a sober day). what was i talking about...

here's a picture i just found, which i find totally relatable, because 1.) yes, Bukowski was right, and 2.)i just watched the movie this screenshot was taken from. it's like, god is looking out for me. it's like, global warming loves me. it's like, old people will have all the medicine they need forever. OH. that's what i was talking about... i saw a war story on the news tonight. that's why i'm sad. war is sad, and not even in the existential sense... i can't handle old people veteran stories, mainly because i inherently steal stories and write plays about them, so whenever i hear sad face war stories, i always feel like an ambulance chaser....i guess the point of all of this is i'm kinda drunk and feel like i should re-watch Garden State. Here's a picture of me before an interview i had yesterday with a casino. who knows how it went, but if it's any indication, the only other tabs open on my sweet 2007 macbook right now are craigslist ads for 'Front Desk Manager...''AM Host (part-time)' and 'Cashier'.