Blurry bloody damned job interviews. Hate them. Want them to be concrete things, so could pick them up and toss, e.g. garbage, into someone\u2019s face. Can\u2019t understand why i pretended to be so cheery about this one in particular. Was likely hopeful about being back in posh, pleasant environment, full of supermodel dopplegangers and creative planners alike, all looking like Ralph Lauren commercials, tottering about and yakking at each other and none of them listening, all just talk, talk talk chitty chatty chitty chitty, them with their BFA\u2019s and BMW\u2019s. ugh.<\/p>\n
Wish were out of mom\u2019s house by now, can\u2019t bear the thought of any more nights and weekends alone. James was off work last night and we dashed off to get coffee and discuss business. Turns out there was a lot of white trash there at Perkins last night and having a darned good time. Had too much coffee and could barely sleep, once I did I woke up, cold, the back of my neck perspiring. Ugh.<\/p>\n
Not really looking forward to getting home soon and paying bills, doing laundry and other such falderol. Am sitting at work force center, pretending to be looking for a job. Have to get going now, as bus will be by soon. More later\u2026.<\/p>\n
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Blurry bloody damned job interviews. Hate them. Want them to be concrete things, so could pick them up and toss, e.g. garbage, into someone\u2019s face. Can\u2019t understand why i pretended to be so cheery about this one in particular. Was likely hopeful about being back in posh, pleasant environment, full of supermodel dopplegangers and creative … <\/p>\n