So my week has been insane. I mean, at least 2 parties every day, and my band got asked to play in 8 different states and I bought a new Les Paul. And in the real world I went to swimming and went to work and went home. Darn that reality. >[

There’s a new girl at work [she’s actually like 30] and it’s been a little weird. I mean I’m only used to cleaning up after people I know and I was a little worried about her bossing me around, but it hasn’t been bad. She’s pretty nice. And nicely pretty. She tawlks lahk thiiiis. She cracks me up really. She's learning some of denture work.

If not for the cash flow I would definitely be quitting swimming. I have absolutely no desire to sit and talk about whose friends got drunk last Friday and how many guys I’ve made out with, and I couldn’t have joined that last conversation anyway because I’ve never made out with a guy. I’m really tired of the crap the lifeguards talk about. I’ve come to be know as “the girl who get’s up and walks away all the time” because I don’t have to sit and listen to all the junk they talk about so I just walk away [like that Barlowgirl song]. They tic me off reeeeeally bad. I’m tired of it.