perfectly normal paranoia
This is my personal blog, a journal of my life; my blog of pretty things (et cetera) is here. Twenty-two. Might as well be five.
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DON'T GIVE NONE FUCKS.

This week I got trained at my new job, which I think I’m going to enjoy. I can’t wait until I can afford to buy one of the bras, there’s this gorgeous plunge multiway that I’m in love with. And it’s been a few years since I let myself buy a new bra, so I’m kind of in dire need.

I interviewed for another job, and while I thought I stumbled over one of the questions, at the end he mentioned that they’re looking for a keyholder so… I’m hoping that works out. If I got a keyholder position, I think I might be set on rent money.

This morning the kitten decided my face was a toy, so I have some puncture wounds. They’re not particularly cute.

Melanie is going out tonight, and I’d like to invite someone over, but I don’t really have anyone to invite over. So I guess I’m planning a day of applying to jobs and cleaning the house. Maybe venturing down to the building laundry room to investigate how that works.

February 10, 2012