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One helluva picture and I don’t know who designed it. For the record is sure wasn’t me. God to have talent like that, to have the power to see an image and paint it from your minds eye. It’s like a superpower. You see it, then you project it yourself flawlessy. Sometimes even prettier than the real image. <br><br>

Anyways I’m so rambling cus I’m fuckin pooped. Went to bed last night after oh, hmmlet me think.. 6 shots of jager and 2 mugs full of sailor jerry’s and sailor jerry’s is POISON. You do not fuck with 92 proof. ya just don’t. The two valiums that followed maaaaaaaaay not have been smart but at least I went to sleep. I woke up at 7 this morning and boy was I not awake. Been up since then, runnin around and completing the day. I hurt. <br> <br>

So, I had yet another interview today for another job. On top of my amazing phone sales job (starting next week mothufugga) I wanted to have a part time to fall back on because I just neeeeeeed money$$. There is something so refreshing and self-validating when you work yourself to the bone. There really is. You get to a point where you feel as if your mental and emotional state has deteriorated to skin and bones. Your exhaustion and relief has taken a toll on your mind and health and somehow, it urges you on to keep going, keep exhausting yourself, keep doing what your doing because it feels good to be a workaholic. It feels so good to be the first one there and the last one to leave. You come home, you sit down on your couch, you take a breath and recount all the shit you got done today. And then you give yourself a mental pat on the back. Good job self, you really stretched yourself thin today and damn but it felt fucking great.<br><br>

Call me crazy and mentally unstable but that’s what I’ve been craving since I’ve been unemployed for 9 miserable months. Your friends start to resent you big time for always hitting them up for cash. So yes, I am applying for a cosmetics job at Macy’s and yes, I scored a second interview at M’s. I. Am. Psyched.<br><br>

As a side not, for the last post I made, I was slightly and pleasantly intoxicated. Apologies in advance if you haven’t read it. The grammar and the spelling is awful and I am usually very picky about that. Woops.

Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmmm that it’s all for the best?
Of course it is
Mmmm whatcha say?
Mmmm that it’s just what we need
you decided this
whatcha say?
Mmmm what did you say?

~Imogen Heap, Hide and Seek 

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