Saturday I went out with my friend and former roommate Nathan. I met him at Casino El Camino and we shot a couple games of pool, had some burgers and beers. Lately I've found that I'm happiest when I'm just hanging out with my friends rather than chasing tail. I've noticed lately that I'm burned out from 6th St. I don't get excited about going out like I used to, and that seriously affectts my ability to pick up bitches. Then again, it could be that I'm getting tired of picking up bitches, which is why 6th St. doesn't hold the same appeal for me as it once did. Either way, Nathan and I are going out again this Friday and getting tore up. Maybe I just need some time off to recharge my batteries and get back into the mood for hard drinking and hard partying.
I didn't get the dock attendant job I was hoping for, which means I have to go back to looking for work. I'm dreading making applications and turning them in simply because I don't want to be stuck in a job I don't like. But fuck it, man. I got's to eat.
I didn't get the dock attendant job I was hoping for, which means I have to go back to looking for work. I'm dreading making applications and turning them in simply because I don't want to be stuck in a job I don't like. But fuck it, man. I got's to eat.