Done with school. I had some high expectations...of what I don't know. The Chinese always joke about Americans...They say we are always shooting...but never aim. If the shoe fits.
Today was my last day of training at Fado, the Irish pub that I work at as a cocktail waitress. The money is good. The people are friendly. I suppose it isn't too bad of a place to work at.
I start working at Hooters again tomorrow. FUCK. I never imagined myself slipping on the orange shorts again. It is quite strange. My parents both encourage my re-employment venture. I find this to be a strange twist. Its 223 AM on a Tuesday. I have work in exactly 8 hours...not including sleep time, buying shoes and prep.
I believe that today is truly a new turning point in my life. Later on this evening I am getting photos taken for my modeling portfolio. I think that its official: I am selling out into my looks. I think that my physical appearance is just the karma for my mom being so terror able when I was younger. Although, when I was a young pup my momma and I had some beef...I did earn her genetics. I am lucky that I am alive today after the shit I've gone through. Interesting how things work out. So, I feel it is my purpose to use the tools I have earned. It has been made very clear to me that my brain is not nearly as valuable as my outside appearance. Sad...but true. Therefore, I just have to roll with it. And tomorrow kicks this new ideological thought process off. I want to ride this wave and see where it takes me. Afterall, there is no wrong way to live life. The world is my oyster...and this bitch is hungry.
Sleep Deprivation. Physical Exhaustion. I Collapse.
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