I am sitting at work, attempting an internship application and lusting after cigarettes. Two regulars are working, and one of my coworkers is helping one of them. The guy my coworker is helping always has 523,763,936,034 questions for her, basically because he is in love with her, and has been since last semester. The other regular has a constant blurting problem.
Blurting Lady (BL): do you have a girlfriend?
Guy: ....what?
BL: Do you have a girlfriend?
Guy: Are you applying for the position?
BL: no, but just ask her out already, I can't concentrate with you over there!
I thought I was going to defecate my pants. I silently laughed for a solid couple minutes.
And now BL is trying to talk him up to my coworker. LMAO. Life is wonderful.
I was working on my internship application to This American Life. I am so excited and so scared. I know I can do this though. If I got this, this would be six shades of epic and perfect and omg yes please.
Austin can wait. Athens will wait.
I think its time to cut these ever-tightening plastic bracelets.
Don't tell anyone that I have been creeping Offbeat Bride.
I think my toes are slightly fused/webbed. I noticed yesterday. Is it piercing time?
The letters will come. The future will come.
About Me
- Xlynn
- I live my life by song lyrics, have a chronic/terminal case of smartassitis and and currently taking medication to combat a particularly hearty strain of Don'tgiveafuck syndrome. I do the 22k in april to raise money for research. I appreciate your prayers. I'm also a sarcastic, habitual liar. ...sometimes. You will be my new best friend if you can tell me exactly what the fuck Paul Simon and Julio Were doing down by the schoolyard, the exact location of Carmen Sandiego, and the real words to "Blinded By The Lights" (revved up like a deuce, you know, a roller in the night?). I will date you if you can name 3 Green Day albums that aren't American Idiot. I'm a handful but my friends love me. good luck!
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