excuse me, are you accepting applications?

i swear to god i never want to use that line again in my life. i traversed just about the entire island of manhattan today (and don't think i wasn't considering heading down to brooklyn) and, all told, probably applied for about 20 jobs. my god i'm tired. but i never got lost once, which i think will continue to be a source of pride for me for quite some time. i actually did end up getting a job, but for some reason i just don't feel satisfied with it. it's basically coffee depot's new york equivalent, so i'm definitely the right woman for the job, but maybe i'm just getting a little tired of that coffee shop scene. not to mention i'd much prefer a waitressing job for the mad tippage. anyway. it's called Pecan Fine Foods and Coffee and it's in the West Village, which is about a half hour subway ride from my apartment. not too bad, i guess. i'm supposed to go in for training on saturday, so i'll do that unless i get a call before then. or maybe after then.

i went out to dinner with a friend tonight, and we ate SO MUCH and it was fantastic. we got sangria but first spent like 10 minutes stalling the waitress while i quizzed elizabeth on the info on her fake i.d., and then the waitress didn't even end up carding us. i got delicious mango sorbet for dessert and overall we spent a lot of money but....when in rome, i suppose.

i feel like i see so many weird things throughout the day and i always think, man, that's gotta go on my blog, but then i don't end up sitting down to write until i'm half asleep so i forget about all the cool little stuff. i keep meaning to take a picture of my street and the front of my apartment building cause it's super cute, and i also want to take a picture of central park from my front doorstep, cause it's literally like 10 steps away.

okay. bedtime for me. night ya'll.