Where am I? Seriously. I'm back at my aunt's, which I will be every weekend until she finds someone to replace me at the pizza shop. Sling that pizza! You go kitty!

I smell like food, I have my hair in a wannabe ponytail and I love this fucking job. It's like going back to high school again in a good way. Cash money, fun, irresponsibility, food. Damn. It's like I'm living, but not in theory, in actuality.

Chuck and Ryan had their opening for The McDonalds Project tonight, no doubt all you bitches are there. Fuckors. I haven't been to any cool art show openings ever really.

Gimme da loot.

Mama, I got what you need.