Incredibly vivid dreams where you lose the cute, smart, funny girl to your best friend who is only there because you helped them out of a bad situation?

Sucks. Maybe I need to cut back on the sugar before bed.

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Sorry for the decided lack of updates - work owned my soul for a good while there, as well as having no internet access at home. But now it seems that the economy is hitting our bottom line as well and the hours from here until February are going to dry up. Woohoo. So now I'm going and looking for some seasonal work. If anyone in the ATL knows of any good positions going up, shout out. I'm multi-talented, have transportation and am foreign with a cute accent (always a bonus).

Working for tips for the first time in my life is an incredible learning experience. The people you think will take care of you most often don't - and the inverse is the same, if only 1/3rd of the time. Never mind the apparent obsession people over here have for naming the simplest of drinks. A 'Cape Cod'? - Vodka Cranberry. 'Roy Rogers'? - Coke and Grenadine. Bloody hell, just ask for what you want. It's that bloody simple.

I've been meaning to put down the saga of me moving here to this journal but the inspiration to do so is fleeting at best. Perhaps I'll get to it further down the road.

That's enough for now. What's up with you, my friends whom I have neglected?