August

August was the name of a girl i once fell in love with. I obsessed over here in the 10th grade and her myspace page was like the first thing that popped up on my computer screen when i clicked internet explorer. those PC days i used to sweat i mark the calender to august 1st and it marks the one year anniversary of Tangy Tomato. Its nuts, because one year ago i couldnt wait to start working here, i was admist the disney slave trade and thought the little india village would get me out of mississippi. Fast forward and its crazy that i dreamed about having this job. Maybe it wasnt the idea of picking up plates and serving the most inconsiderate guju's this side of the hemisphere, but rather i wanted to leave disneyland and hated the disneyway. Those assholes diddnt want me with a tail and said i had to cut my hair. I then quit and grew it. Well i cut it again in the name of symbolism, i think it represents my misguided talent. In the year aniversary of my fathers shot at redemption i stand corrected about my decicsion. What i onced cherished having, i now feel like it hate. It seems like a chore. I work too hard, its good money, cant lie, but now i see whats ahead, and just as i felt in disney i feel now in TANGY. On to the next one i guess. I can already feel the leather chair, my fingers against a keyboard, a tie perhaps. My hair nicely tapered and my car which also is different from one year ago. There are certain provisions i must adhere to. i just cant have this job at the big 4. it issss an internship though. 20-25 hours a week. But none of those hours are on friday saturday or sunday night. maybe now i can rest my head before i head on out. Its something i havent felt, its not organic. If im one out of 100 people aiming for this position, i think i can safely single myself out on why i want this job. its not about the job, its about leaving my current sitution.




my current situation:

I just witnessed the wedding of the owners son (Chir@g S@@@@@). This  SOB is 25 ish and has alot of money. so he eats alot of food, and thus he is fat. He went to school, but i dont know what he studied or if he can apply it. but i do know he is married to a hot ass girl. And i also do know this. Not one person out of the 600 guests at that wedding denied this fact. The girl married him for the money. I think im going to be rich when i grow up, weather i like it or not. My fathers business is recession proofed, robbery proofed, everything proofed. He talks only about expansion and caterings now. i dont miss the old guy cuz the new guy is doing what he loves, and the sales are going up up and up. I know were going to be alright. I couldnt say that one year ago, on the debut. But i do know the debut of this in your local city will stir fast. Its up to me to NOT ride this, and take my own course. Its accounting. Its law. its something in between. I do wanna cut hair and personal train, but i need to handle business. i need to hustle. This money has to come from somewhere. Cuz if i become fat, and marry some hot bitch, and her not think about me when shes on top of me...i coudnt have it. I cant have that.