I hope somebody's all fuckhappy that I'm updating so much lately. I get my wisdom tooth removed next weekend so I'll be spending a lot of time online yammering at you people because of how much pain I'm in and whatnot.Why don't you bitches send me virtual ice cream and prayers to protect me from dry sockets? Wait, I know why; it's cause I just called you guys bitches. Sorry. You can be sexy bitches if it'll get you to send me ice cream.
Herein begins my campaign to get my ass a job. I always said I didn't want to work at a supermarket but guess what? Today, I put in an application to work at the IGA close to where I have therapy. It's in the area of Frank's office and it's very easy to get to. Yay for that. I know it's not a franchise store but hey, it's money all the same.
I can get a job at a franchise store once I get back on campus.
More later. Must go eat.
