i got a fucking job and its fucking ridiculous. italian food and cheap owners. co-workers range from a whiny recently divorced italian immigrant to a overly flaming yet down to earth homosexual and uber horny venezualan who makes some horrible jokes. thats only half of the wait staff, i havent got to the freudian guitar player or the mousy jewish girl.

its fine though, everyone is wonderfully nice and receptive. i made a hundred bucks tonight and 200 over the weekend. this should help me save the ghana cash right quick. and give me solid waiting experience for a different type of place.

me mum was talking of nyc apartments today, i like the idea nyc can be a fab place but it means that i leave jersey if i go upstate i leave jersey too and i dont know if im ready for that. how wierd right?

that i dont want to leave some of what is here.

really wierd actually. you know what else is wierd? people leaving anonymous comments. dont be so scared people, i gave up my teeth.

running around and working, biking, I GOT MY BIKE BACK!!, geez, its so good to be riding again, and campmor gave me two free bikes, both totally working and both are wonderful, ones a dual suspension mountain bike and the other is a road bike. reeediculous.

so now the other members of my family who have lost thier liscenses can get around, but whether they will is another question. i rode from and to the wood the other night and today.

it could of been just a thing a passing moment that will never come again, things at first felt the same but now odd, probably cause i was dead tired after 12 hours of work. we are going to bake a pie on thurs friday for her friend. and yeah of course i feel wierd, and awkward cause she is an amazing friend and conversationalist who has grown into one of my best friends and that is where/what i want her to remain as. and this is going to be when the real test of why i am her friend manifests.

ok its late and id like tomorrow to be productive.

demetrius