August 29, 2003
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I don’t actually care who the pop divas kiss, unless it’s me…
but I SO love this man:
I applied for a few jobs this morning…no big, just part time.
it’s a weird feeling. I hate asking for anything. I hate rejection.
I always start out thinking… I’m overqualified for this, I can relax, it’s not like I’m desperate…if it works out fine, if not, fine… but then I get in there and I’m all ON and shit. love me love me love me! gross.
I so lack direction. it’s not the successfull that need personal managers, it’s the shlumphs like me. you know?
here’s where I start to babble…you can stop reading if you want…
I had to borrow the man’s watch, black kenneth cole tank, as the only working one I have is multi-colored striped plastic. I wore a black tee, gray tencel cargo skirt, orange naot sandals (chunky), elongated oval hoops (aboout 3/4 x 1 1/4″), chunky silver bead choker with a multistone onyx drop, and a navajo moonstone ring. my toenails are red/orange, actually, they’re:
my resume is so long and weird.
I feel like I need to personally expain everything.
…but I don’t. sigh.
oh yeah, and I wore makeup…plucked my eyebrows and everything. I shaved my legs last week, so I figured that was good enough. I’m not a real hairy bird anyway. eyeliner is SO much easier to put on when your eyelids are all puffy from crying, didja know? I hope I didn’t look all stoned. between the puffiness and allergies, gawd, I prolly looked a little questionable. oh shit, whatever. my hair looked decent. I just keep hacking at it with those nail scissors, and somehow it seems to have turned out all right. one of these days I’ll get it together and get a real haircut. from Alex…but she’s an hour away.
of course, I forgot to put on lippie, and I realized when I got home that my skirt was a little askew. at least it wasn’t tucked into my unders or anything.
Comments (15)
you sound like you looked beautiful
did you end up stapling the “I’m healthy now” diploma from the therapist on your resume?
How those twins ended up looking so hot is beyond me. The one on the left is so naturally beautiful, they looked like little frogs as toddlers.
I KNOW! isn’t that just weird??
actually, I went with the sharpie pen on the forehead suggestion a few weeks ago, so there were still traces. I don’t know, but I think it worked…
I wish you luck with the job thing, although I don’t think you need luck.
I think things work out, it might not feel like it, but they do. or they don’t and eventually they will anyway.
next time stuff mingus in the pocket on your skirt and pet him when you get nervous.
They are so hot DAMMIT! I remember watching Full house and these annoying Little kids on there (hem they played one person… but yeah) Blah I WANNNNNNA BE HOT LIKE THEM!
You know, I really think the world was done a dis-service (or however you spell that) when Chris Farley died. Farley & Spade were so funny together.
We need gov’t stipends, not jobs….
Oh…David. I’ve recently been going around telling my “I wish David Spade and I were Best Friends” story. Again.
my resume is ten pages long if i write it out in full lol.
Good luck! I hate interviewing so much, when I feel frustrated with my job and consider bailing out, I just think of interviewing again, and I start to love what I do all over again.
Well, I love you, love you, love you.
David Spade is a babe!
And you are so right about eyeliner and puffy eyes. Hope everything’s alright with you now.
-M
You sound like you looked wonderful, I hope that you get the job.
Of course then it will take you away from writing here so I’ll miss ya then!
dammit i want pictures woman. i don’t even have a real picture of you to photoshop together with me in our fantasy wedding.
interviewing sucks, i hate it, hopefully i won’t have to do it ever again. when i become independently wealthy i’ll hire you on as one of my bitches, the fringe benefits are faaaaabulous.
i heart you.
“It’s not the successfull that need personal managers, it’s the shlumphs like me. ”
You are my goddess, satory, and every word you say is, of course, sacred, but..somehow I doubt that you are a shlump. However, interviews do tend to make you feel like one, don’t they. I hate interviews and I find that the aftermath is always devastating. (i.e My bra was showing the whole time, damnit, or, why did I have to tell them about my grandmother ? What was I thinking ?!)