tonight was the first night i actually worked at lipstick, and i think it went pretty well. i was so anxious, seriously, it was lame. but it went smoothly. i'll have to wait till tomorrow to see how much i made (the other server and i split the tips), but i think it'll be pretty good.

i'm so tired of overworking. i always do this. starting next week, i'm supposedly working less, so we shall see.

also, i went to the midnight thursday premiere of x-files with a friend who went out of her way to reconnect with me, and i had a lot of fun.

i also heard from ash that a friend's mom passed away unexpectedly, and it's made me sad.

my dad is visiting on the first. i miss him.

and beck is gone for a whole week, which has left our household in utter disarray and depression. god damn it, i miss her.

oh! and my celebrity power of attraction has returned!!! this is very exciting. this week alone i saw gillian welch, tiffany (the awesome 80's pop star, and at the fucking thrift store buying an electric youth bracelet no less), and today, nick carter ate at our restaurant. awesomeness.

my next order of business is to see nicole kidman and sheryl crow, and become BFFs with tiffany, as i hear she may now live in the neighborhood.

love to all, and fuck, i miss my lady.

i am so utterly charmed by the girls next door. i'm watching a "best of" episode on demand and i've seriously never felt so content. i love all the girls, i love mary, i love kendra's mom, and i even love heff.

my god, kendra is weird. i love it. when bridget's dog, wednesday went "doggytonic" and looked dead because she made him wear an easter bunny outfit, i laughed out loud for 5 minutes straight.

it's hard for me not to respect them. if i imagine that the show is a totally accurate representation of their lives, they seem liberated and so pleased with their choices and the awesome decadence it affords them. i love that they just called the kitchen and ordered guacamole and a strawberry milkshake.

i know, i'm lame for blogging about this show, and i don't care. oh my god, i almost just cried at one scene.

i really don't want to go to work again. i hate split shifts, especially today. all i want to do is work on little projects around the house, smoke, and watch "how clean is your house" all day. i want to take the babies to the dog park. i want to be lazy. i want to read a book.

i have to scale back again on work. i'm overdoing it. oops. but it's so nice to be in the environments i'm in, to remember that work is not my identity, and i don't owe my co-workers anything more than hard work.

i like drinking again, too. i like going out after work and having a long island or two. i like being blocks from my work and the bars. i'm happy that i never have to drive my car anywhere.

i'm happy that i don't leave work with that heavy feeling i had for so long that i didn't even realize i had it. at my jobs now, i can snap at someone for being stupid, and they'll snap back, and no one feels broken hearted about it. it's freeing, and ih have no desire to be involved in some of the work dramas around me. i kind of feel like i flit in and out, do a good job, like most everyone, and most everyone likes me, and then i leave.

anyway, shit's rockin'. i love the lady, and i love the puppies. i made them beds for their crates, and i am overly proud of how much they love it.

ok, gotta change and get to my job. just felt compelled to randomly post.