Two sets from one of my fave SGs in one day...
I need a new job. Very, very soon. This puts a
feelin in my tummy.
I can't believe it's almost September. Someone wake me up when it's over and I don't have to hear that god damn Green Day song on the radio every 3 hours.
My boy has 5 weeks left of school...and he has to cut down on his work hours to head into the home stretch of Homeworkland. Thus, since his school costs $13,000 a year and it's a non-stop program, he's basically bent over and unwillingly penetrated by the cold, hard fist of debt. I just wish he'd told me how bad it was sooner...I've been looking forward to this trip for months. And months and months.
So Germany it is...for like, a week...maybe 10 days. Gotta see what the deal is with the new job situation...the golf season will be ending in 6 weeks or so when the weather enters the usual snit fit and we wonder why the fuck we live in Canada...wait...oh yeah, plenty of excellent reasons, but none that have any remote ties to the climate between November and March. That familiar, bitter cold that freezes your face into an unmistakably Botox-free curdled landscape of raw pain...you know the one.
Where was I going with this?
Oh yes. So I have a very limited time frame in which to secure a new job...this time, it'll be one that's actually in my field. I'm going to be a dizzigner, bitch! Possibly a designer-bitch...most of them I've met so far are certainly in the bitch category. One major reason I'm nervous about going into that field...what if I become an uber-snob and none of my friends like me anymore? What then?
Oh, who am I kidding...I'm already a snob and I'm way too fuckin cute to be lonely.
Off to the driving range because my dad says so.
Later, slutbots.
I need a new job. Very, very soon. This puts a
feelin in my tummy.
I can't believe it's almost September. Someone wake me up when it's over and I don't have to hear that god damn Green Day song on the radio every 3 hours.
My boy has 5 weeks left of school...and he has to cut down on his work hours to head into the home stretch of Homeworkland. Thus, since his school costs $13,000 a year and it's a non-stop program, he's basically bent over and unwillingly penetrated by the cold, hard fist of debt. I just wish he'd told me how bad it was sooner...I've been looking forward to this trip for months. And months and months.
So Germany it is...for like, a week...maybe 10 days. Gotta see what the deal is with the new job situation...the golf season will be ending in 6 weeks or so when the weather enters the usual snit fit and we wonder why the fuck we live in Canada...wait...oh yeah, plenty of excellent reasons, but none that have any remote ties to the climate between November and March. That familiar, bitter cold that freezes your face into an unmistakably Botox-free curdled landscape of raw pain...you know the one.
Where was I going with this?
Oh yes. So I have a very limited time frame in which to secure a new job...this time, it'll be one that's actually in my field. I'm going to be a dizzigner, bitch! Possibly a designer-bitch...most of them I've met so far are certainly in the bitch category. One major reason I'm nervous about going into that field...what if I become an uber-snob and none of my friends like me anymore? What then?
Oh, who am I kidding...I'm already a snob and I'm way too fuckin cute to be lonely.
Off to the driving range because my dad says so.
Later, slutbots.
VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
I'll be posting more pictures and stories on my blog once i get the pictures off phil's camera. Stay tooned muhfucka.
have a rockin' good time in germany!
dude, you like cake and brie? i'm slobbering!