a girl's whose name begins and ends with "a"

yes, i'm loving the job, it's all coming together and things are starting to make sense as every day passes. i love that every day is different because i'm constantly learning new things and tasting new things and working cooperatively with great people as part of an independant, ORGANIZED business that i can believe in and feel proud to wear the shirts (which are cute as shit on me, if i do say so myself) the last couple of days have been busy american tourist days so there have been some great moments. i can barely keep a straight face when speaking to these beings..."does that roll come with a piece of meat?" (what, is your last name Clemente?!) "why don't you have any plastic forks?" (well sir, we serve porridge and soup, we don't have any metal forks either) "do you serve milkshakes here?" (nuff said.) those are just a few gems i saved from today.

i had a little freakout yesterday, but it comes along with the monthly amnesia that i have and the denial that comes with wanting to believe that i'm the only woman on the face of the planet that is not affected by pms. it's funny the next morning when i can't figure out why i'm behaving so irrationally and thinking of putting my piano up for sale and quitting music forever. in this case, waking up did the trick to snap me out of it, and going to the gym made it even better.

partial blame on the mental state leads me to make a note of the first speedbump with the boo, but we're all good again, and he was patient enough to make me want to talk myself out of that silent treatment mood i can get into. and it's cool, it was bound to happen sometime. people who say it's all good all the time are lying, or there's really just no passion and eventually they start to take advantage of eachother and out of nowhere one person disappears for 5 days then text messages the other to not break up (but not stay together) in a coffee shop on main street.

speaking of those who we shouldn't waste blog space speaking of (but are anyway) i ran into that dj again, who introduced me to his japanese exchange student girlfriend (what's with guys i date that fall into this habit?) i guess that's the type of asian that's most desired by some still (the non-lippy kind)...and she doesn't object to traipsing around town trying to collect money for past gigs that should have been paid before played. she's probably supporting him and/or storing his tables at her place-money bet. the part that bites my ass most is that that fool gets to walk around with his girlfriend (ok, and the fact that he actually names her his girlfriend gets me too, it's a pride thing, what?) when my sweet thing is far away, is that he goes and introduces me as "angeliNA". ungrateful unclefucking ingrate. but oh well, i'm finer than her, my man is WAY finer than him, and his last mixtape...licked ass in carandiru.

what did i want to end on? oh yeah, hopefully i'll get to see my little kimchinut and she brought bangles with her..and i'm going to enjoy some delectable delicacies that i got to take home from work and the discounted fruits from the market...and i will go and play the piano that i quit for 12 hours. all4now.