Morning Time

It's so weird to me to have a 9-6 job. Waking up at 8 (meaning pressing snooze til 8:45 since I live a half mile away from work) is such an odd feeling. A year ago, 8am was the time I'd roll up to my house after the party, the afterparty, and the after-afterparty.

Yeah, it still happens on occasion (cue the image of me at Sonia's pool at 7am by myself a few months ago) but really, I could get used to this adult-sorta life. Hmm.... Weird, I know.

The next few weeks are seriously going to be amazing. Tomorrow Jake comes to Miami and djs Friday at PS14 for Loop. Then next Wednesday my internship ends, Thursday I fly to Colorado to hang out with Jaelyn, then I come home the 24th for one day.

THEN NEW YORK ON WEDNESDAY!

I have huge plans for New York. Huge. I'm not going on a 2 month vacation, my lovely readers, I am going to conquer the fucking world. So wish me luck. And for you Miami crazies, best start callin, cause before you know it, this motherfucker's gonna be in the CITY! :-)

But back to the subject of morning time, it really does feel good to wake up with 7+ hours of sleep, take a shower, grab a coffee and live the day. Yeah, I'm inside til 6, but it feels good not either a. recovering from a hangover or b. "catching up on my sleep," meaning I'll see you at 1:30pm. I never thought I'd be saying this....

Hey partyland.... I'm over you.

I've never meant it so much when I say I'd rather hang out on a rooftop in Brooklyn with some of my best friends than go to a dark smokey club and forget everything that happened the next morning. Don't get me wrong, my party days are not over. Don't panic! Just sayin, the next two months are gonna bring out a new Lex, you'll see.

Time to get back to work... I'm so fucking mature, I know. pthhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!