starryeyed

I am swamped.
Today I'm writing up my letter of resignation for Abercrombie and Fitch. The lovely Artentysis will be bringing it to work with her to slide into the tray on the door. If they find it, all the better for them.
They'll then know that they can hire more ordinary and lifeless teenagers to work for next to nothing while experiencing the feeling of their heads imploding due to overwhelming amounts of poorly thought out bass thumping behind techno renditions of songs that should have been left to die in the murky waters of failed musicians' wastelands out of which they lugged their uninspired little souls.
Aside from that, I have an extremely busy week, which takes me, among other places, to the opening of a club, to Cain, to Connecticut (another murky wasteland ) to a Dog Fashion Show, to write a french paper, a poli sci paper, and a sociology project. And that's just the beginning. My cousin is in town, he wants coffee and dinner, I still have to go to Stormrider's bar, I'm mentoring the genius child on Friday... and above all I have to fucking SLEEP.
Catch ya' on the flip side.