I’m at Cafe Petra right now in the city, the rainy, cold city. The city of San Francisco. Oh how I do not miss your cold weather, but some how coming here it’s relaxing :) How I love being approached by the bums, the grimy ones, you know the beggars. They LOVE just putting you on blast and saying how they are hungry and how can I not feed them. BITCH I’m just as broke as your ass, if not even more so. I am in desperate need of that thing called a job. Money goes by fast, my credit card has never been so high before in my life. Well, yeah it never has at least THIS fast. Oh well. Someone will hire me, hopefully by my birthday.
I turn 25 in exactly one month from today. When I was 18, I definitely didn’t think I would be here that’s for sure. Sitting next to my boyfriend in a coffee shop just reading, not really worrying about life at the moment. But me, oh me, I am stressed beyond you can ever imagine. Run-a-wayers. Haha oldies.
Anyways I don’t really know what I’m writing. But I need to go home. I have a photo shoot that I need to process, it will be done by Saturday, I think. alskdjflaksdjf;lkasdjflskjdf;laskjflksdjflkasdjfkls This is my life. YEE. Anyways back to reality. What is reality again?