so today was my last day and it was a bit sad to leave. i wish i could be there for the show. i priced the bigger one at thirty and the smaller one at fifteen. i hope they sell. money would be nice, but it would be validating

my boss got me some cake for my last day. from a place called 'the desert factory' i think. i don't know where it is. i've never been. seems like it'd be by the galeria. she said there were a lot of fancy cars in the parking lot

i messaged me dealer. i wanted to get some lsd before leaving for school, but he never responded to my message. only opened it. that hurt. don't know how i'll recover

oh, that guy from last week stopped by in the morning. the guy who came because of the trash. i was in the bathroom when he walked in, so when i was ambushed when i walked out. he wanted me to move "my" trash, so i told him that it wasn't mine. he seemed incredulous. he repeated himself and i made it clear that the trash was not "mine". my coworker took it a step further and claimed it wasn't our trash. i didn't say anything about that. anyway, he was an environmental investigator, according to his card. we made fun of that title. we also made fun of the racist guy who complained. especially of the fact that he drives a tesla