I'm a working girl (again).

So, I got a job. Which means I got a permit. An 'adult entertainers permit'. Momma would be so proud.

My little stint in Florida was great. The girl I went with is really laid back, which is a nice change of pace from what I'm used to. She didn't want to go chase boys the whole time, unlike some other friends of mine. My cell phone did end up getting dropped into the hottub, and she did drunkenly dial almost everyone on my contacts list, but it was ok because I was wasted.

My mom had her graduation this past Saturday, I'm really proud (and envious) of her. I mean, she didn't really need to go back to college, but I guess she was feeling unfulfilled or something. Her whole family, which is HUGE, came, so that was a bit chaotic. Luckily I was able to slip out early.

The reason I left early is because I got a call from L concerning camping or hiking or something. I couldn't really hear what he was saying due to phone problems and tons of little kids running around. Regardless, it was just the out I needed.

We did end up camping, which went alright, but it rained the on and off the whole time, so we couldn't really do much. He tried to have sex with me AGAIN, even after his whole "we're just friends" shit, and the newfound definition to our 'relationship'. Whatever. Guys are so fucking stupid sometimes. I reminded him that he has a girl whom he loves in Texas, and that he should start practicing failfullness now. He spouted off some crap about how they're not back together yet and long distance relationships. Often times when people talk about things I couldn't care less about, I tune out.

My roommate, Z, hasn't been around lately due to her demanding job as assistant manager at a pool. We keep making these plans to go out and then she (sometimes me too) falls asleep and we go nowhere.

This guy who lives in my apartment complex keeps calling and texting me to make plans, and I just don't want to hang out with him. I mean, I'm a pretty blunt person but I can't just say "Hey, I don't like you as a person and you're too fucking short, so fuck off".

So, I got a job at a new club, this one looks more promising. When I walked in, the girl at the front desk asked to see my ID to confirm that I was of age (18). I expertly plucked my ID from my wallet and handed it over. She looked at it for a few seconds, and then said "Oh, so you just turned 21, huh?" Fuck. I'm not 21. I handed her my fake ID. Smooth move on my part. I just giggled and asked her if I could give her my other ID. She was cool with the whole situation and all was well. I mean really, what other job could you apply for, hand them a fake ID, admit your mistake, and still get hired?

Getting my permit was quite a hassle. I had to wait at the permit/court records office for TWO hours. And I'm pretty sure I was the only white person there. And the only person with a clean record. Not that the two are correlated or anything. Now that I think about it, two skanky looking white girls did walk in at the end of hour one, both applying for stripper permits. My permit even had a picture. How classy am I?

I have less than a month to find myself a place to live. I know that waiting 'til the last minute is a poor idea, but I just don't feel like dealing with this right now. I'm so fucking lazy.