Oh great, so here I am relaxing after my very first day at the very first real job I've had in a year and a half. I'm feeling pretty good considering that Teach for America turned me down for an interview three days ago. I was really hoping for one too. So today I get home and lo and behold, there's an email congradulating me on my recent interview appointment with TFA. So now I have a good, new job that I may have to dump in two months. Which I hate because when I commit to something, I do my best to commit to it. But that's okay, because the very next email tells me that the interview email was a mistake and that I indeed do NOT have my long hoped for interview with TFA. Boy, what a way to fuck with somebodies head.
Lucky for me I now have beer of which I am imbibing in generous quantities. And chocolate chip cookies, which ain't bad either.
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That sucks, Thomash. The cookies and beer don't though. I have beer, but no cookies. I do have ice cream though, for later.
Okay, God, Thomash. In this instance, your tag is very appropriate:
Therefore, the following will not be permitted:
What are you gonna do, huh? At least I still have work nowadays.
That sucks. But, hey, upside, right?
I need a gin and tonic so that I can be calm enough to jump the little monkey through hoops to earn 100,000 points so that the brain doctor will give me a nude pic of his next-door neighbor which I can then upload to the alien spaceship through the Aztec statue.
Raining and pouring, huh, Thomash?
The gin and tonic is real. The rest, I assure you, is not. But once I've done this, I will still be one nude pic short. I've already bought coke from Betty Rubble for two, caught a fish dinner for one, and brought a dead cat back to life. I think I need to find someone's bracelet, but I'm not sure.
The gin and tonic is real. The rest, I assure you, is not.
I like your unreality, can I have some?
