Okay, so it's Sunday, albeit incredibly early Sunday. That means that tomorrow is the day the last place I interviewed with is supposed to call me to tell me whether or not I have a job.

I know I didn't really want to make this into another pathetic online journal thing, because I doubt you care how many times I masturbated today or what I had for breakfast. (Hopefully two unrelated topics.) But I can't really think of much else now. I'm so shame-awfully tired of looking for a job. I just want to have one now, even if it's far from my first choice, just so I can not fill out applications anymore.
Not bullshit another answer to another bullshit interview question.
Not fake happy happy smile for sailor manager five doller.

Now I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore. Let's just say this: When I have a real job I can register a domain name and start saving money for David Bowie's Area T-shirts. So wish me luck.