I think I am going to look like an abused, and possibly asphyxiated, crack whore by the end of the day. But my kitchen floor? She shall sparkle.
I am obviously going to need to drink the KoolAid and get a carpet cleaner before I leave as well. Which sucks because they are just going to have to replace the carpeting anyway. But it should be clean old skanky carpet when I leave so I can pretend there is any way in hell I am getting my deposit back.
But the kitchen floor? About half of it is spotless and shiny. Which is really cool.
I want my cookbook now Now NOW! Also my dvds as I have Profit-y goodness on its way.
For those of you who don't have LJ, P-Cow just announced he got the medical writer job and will be moving to the Bay Area.
Yaaaaaay P-C! The Bay Area just gets foamier and foamier. (And it was pretty nifty to begin with.)
Excellent news, (if you're lurky) P-C!
Hey, j- Matt ios really glad you are here and have found reasons to be here other than escape.
ION, of a very important nature . I got dressed for work even though I didn't want to. But I really wanted to wear my socks with blue elephants on them. sometimes the most minor thing is the greatest motivator.
yay for P-C.
I'm beginning to think I'm really just not cookies yet. I got another rejection letter to add to the pile, and I'm working very hard to remind myself that this is in no way personal; but based on the stories my profs have told me, maybe it's just that I haven't reached my full potential of attractiveness for organizations right now. I'm not cookies. I'm like, in the oven.