Four Moans
There are a couple orders of the evening:
1) I still don't need this shit.
2) I might have a decent job, if it works out. If by decent we mean one I don't even know why I want it, because I should know better by now, but there you have it. To all you wise-asses who told me I couldn't find a job just by bitching about it everywhere-- bite me.
3) I didn't mean a damn thing I said for the past twenty-four hours, blanket statement, it was under duress, thank you and good night.
4) And to any of you who agree with the damn weasel, no, I'm not shutting up anytime soon.
1) I still don't need this shit.
2) I might have a decent job, if it works out. If by decent we mean one I don't even know why I want it, because I should know better by now, but there you have it. To all you wise-asses who told me I couldn't find a job just by bitching about it everywhere-- bite me.
3) I didn't mean a damn thing I said for the past twenty-four hours, blanket statement, it was under duress, thank you and good night.
4) And to any of you who agree with the damn weasel, no, I'm not shutting up anytime soon.