Saturday, January 29, 2011
Suck it 2010. Wut up 2011.
Hola people or whoever takes the time to read this or even come across it. Haven't really sat at labtop and let my thoughts out via my fingers and this place. Well, the first month of the new year is coming to an end soon. What's been up? Well, I got a new job! Nothing glamorous or exciting. I'm a hostess at the restaurant that was created and owned by Justin Timberlake. It's called Southern Hospitality. It's so casual and laidback. I get to be in jeans the entire time which is a huge difference from my 5th avenue, short dresses, high heels, stuck up annoying rich people restaurant I was at for 4 freaking years. You're probably wondering why the hell can't I get a "real job". Been there, done that, no thanks. I'm not cut out for that 9 to 5 thing anymore. Besides with an acting degree and acting being the only thing i've ever studied since elementary school, there's not a lot of options. Plus, the new year has brought me an agency that has decided to represent me. Oh yeah, forgot to mention that part. During the pageant season last fall I met this guy who runs a company called MMG and he signed me. They've been doing a good job at sending me out to auditions and stuff so I need my days completely free in case something comes up. Hence needing to work nights, here come's in why my new job is oh so perfect. What else? I cut a lot, I mean a lot of people out of my life and for good reason. My bestfriend of 10 years! A few others. The best thing my mother has ever said to me is "treat people the way you would want to be treated". And when my so call friends don't that and just continue to do the opposite, a girl can only take so much. I'm tired of being hurt, i'm tired of feeling sad, depressed, unappreciated and just taken for granted and treated like for lack of better words, just complete shit by people that I care so deeply for, yet, they could careless about me. Sorry, you're not worth my time or tears. Done and over. Let's see, anything else I may be forgetting? Don't think so. Guess it isn't important or would I have written about it. Peace out for now folks.
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