working girl


Oh, somewhere along the gradual slump to negligence that I have been paying this diary, I forgot to mention that I'm working now. And it's funny because you might remember my constant whining about how I needed to make money instead of spending my parents'. Well! Now that I'm actually raking in some dough, I'm a little more hesitant about spending it. Yah, I'm a greedy little bugger--so what? In case you're wondering, which in all probability you're not, I work as a waitress at La Dolce Vita, an Italian pizzeria. What's cool about this joint is that it has the feel of a chic coffee shop without much of the coffee. Yesterday was slow but I didn't mind so much. I walked around, watered the plants and sat down to read the Restaurant at the End of the Universe by Douglas Adams-- then in between all this hustle and bustle, I even managed the time to seat a table.

No work for me today. And that's good. Gives me time to lazy up around the house. I've picked up Harry Potter and The Sorceror's Stone just to see the posh of it all. Though I'll probably end up painting my toenails.

On another note: I've kept up this diary for just a few days over a year now. Yaay me.

06.16.03 - 10:54 a.m.


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