Caribbean Queen....ya'll remember that song?

My workplace has become a sea of foreign ass faces.
Everyone's new, and most of them suck. Some of them are nice, though, and they are not lazy, which is important enough, I guess.

After work, Ollie, Reiter, and Arbuckle sat with me at Friday's; Ollie and I stuffed our faces and the other two drank like the booze-hounds that they are! ;p
Tonight reminded me of the old crew. Tonight, I felt comfortable sitting there with my pals making fun of people we don't like.

I realize now more than ever that I have to be successful. I have to make a name for myself.
I have to up my ambition and my desire for something better exponentially.
Yeah, waiting tables may help me make car payments and pay for school, but damn it all, it also makes you want to be more. Some people choose to make a career out of it, and you know what, more power to them, I won't bash them. But there are some people that simply don't belong in that industry because they're worth so much more.

Mark my words, man. I'm gonna be something big one day. I'm gonna live comfortably, even if I have to work incessantly to get there. As long as I am proud and happy making that living, I'll do it.

QOTD
"I prefer to call it 'make love.'"
-Reiter-

"Can I just somehow take my ass and stamp it on your paper and you can just post it on your quote of the day?"
-Ollie-