I wanted work … now i have no time for anything. Maybe a bit for tumblr, always. Just wait till I can pay a proper mother fucking smart phone, but first I have to find my actual cellphone.
The issue of having a hot, cute, smart friend, all the attention goes to him.
When my sister and me are staring to people passing by and our eye catches an old schoolmate and we both say at the same time - that’s not her nose, she bought it -
The only picture I took of my Mexico City trip, I wasn’t in my 5 senses this time, boys, big decisions and money, the trinity that can really fuck my head, and all I got was this shity picture.
I didn’t had money, I didn’t had any job callbacks, I was becoming very lazy and I was doing nothing with my ass, for the last months. So I took a chance on something that was already in the table and I’m becoming my own boss.
It’s unsettling to start doing something like this from 0, just with the help of my parents and my sister, it also works as family therapy, we need to communicate everything the proper way to make things work.
I know it’s still on a safe zone for me, but I swear it has been putting me out of my comfort zone. Putting yourself an ad panel on the back and give away flyers to strangers or trying to learn how to ride a bike just to be able to give properly the service I’m selling, has been fun.
Xalapa is not a big place and there are not a lot of chances, you either work for a tiny private corporation, the government, a department store or the local education industry. That’s the norm.
Never felt so comfortably awkward. Some may think I just hit a new level of low in my downward spiral after being dropped from collage … but I’m the boss.
Am I too basic or something ? I did not like at all the new Disclosure record. I felt like in one of those lame, boring and snobish lounges with food I rather not or can’t pay. Latch is very good, honestly and i guess that’s all for me.
Now feed me with some tacos de suadero.