too much espresso, perhaps

wound up. way wound up. perhaps i can blog myself to sleep...

today was my last day at the jfk store, much sadness. i'm gonna miss those kids! not that i won't see them; but it's just not the same. allow me to note how unusual it is for me to miss anything about a job AT ALL. luckily my cool assistant manager will now be my cool manager and i'm actually entitled to boss people around (a little). eight months and i'm the expert; weird.

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someone else called me strawberry today. i've gone 24 years without being nicknamed after any sort of food (no one was ever brave enough to DARE to call me carrots -- probably a good call). what changed? come to think of it, i was grey goose for a while; but that was waaaaay before i knew about vodka, so i don't think it counts...

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speaking of vices, i actually like the way cigarettes smell. isn't that disgusting? i think it's the nostalgia: just plain cigarettes are germany at mealtime, and cigarettes plus alcohol stench means wednesday nights. it was nostalgic before that too, though, and i've never been able to figure out why. it's just somehow comforting and masculine and old. probably one of those associations that's better not to examine too closely.

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and if you're really good, i'll try to do something adventurous and ill-advised to "unboringify" my life for you someday. ha.