| mother is making me help her paint the living room, hallway, and stairs because i'm the only one without a job. i have 5 applications - the library (where i definitely won't get hired at least until rachel leaves because they don't hire siblings), EB games (where i probably won't get hired because i don't know enough about video games), gfs (i went there today and the man in charge, fred furgeson, said "i am still looking for people, so i may give you a call"), office depot (i've been there 4 or 5 times...and there has been a different babe working there every time. fingers crossed.), and hobby lobby (the only application i haven't turned in because i'm still waiting on one reference). |
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| i have to get a job
but i don't want to.
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| this morning i spilled macaroni on the floor (i wasn't going to eat it, that's gross. it just fell out of the fridge.) and as i was cleaning it up, i thought to myself, "man...i would make a great serial killer." so if there's ever a serial killer in marion, you know where to look. |
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| me: i'm going to sell my DS. rachel: why? me: i spend too much time on it. i should be doing other things. rachel: that's very...something...of you. |
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