nobody reads this, so i'm going to talk shit about all of you, and you'll never know...muahahaha
being a nanny for just one baby kicks so much ass over watching a whole room full of screaming brats (6 to be exact!), but god, it can get boring. I mean I do get to get online, watch whatever I want on tv, leave their house and go do stuff if I have errands to run (however, i don't trust my driving skills to operate a motor vehicle with someone else's 4 month old "BABY ON BOARD"), etc etc...but I'm alone all day!
And so I check my LJ to see if anyone has read, or!! POSTED...but you haven't.
I've got an interview at UAMS sometime this week. I'd be working the front desk, like where you check in to be admitted or whatever, in the ER. The supervisor told me I'd see me some sick shit. Not necessarily seeing the trauma stuff, because naturally they have no time or consciousness to fill out "first name", "last name", "primary insurance provider", however she told me that I'd see a lot of gunshot wounds, stabbings, and people who accidently swallowed straight pins while attempting to pin a corsage onto their girlfriend's prom dress! SWEET ASS!
I'm getting my hair ("her") cut tomorrow. um...yeah.
Oh and I decided I would check out somebody's journal on here, which was rumored to have various written items about me. And sure enough, heather was right. and I felt odd about it, bad, sad, and then..."what the fuck?!" I havent talked to this person in forever, but then again I did the same damn thing with kyle. Um...i guess he was the only one I obsessed over.
Oh oh oh! And me and mark are gonna get married in vegas by an elvis impersonator, then make some babies and sell them on the internet! you're invited! TO ALL OF IT.
And so I check my LJ to see if anyone has read, or!! POSTED...but you haven't.
I've got an interview at UAMS sometime this week. I'd be working the front desk, like where you check in to be admitted or whatever, in the ER. The supervisor told me I'd see me some sick shit. Not necessarily seeing the trauma stuff, because naturally they have no time or consciousness to fill out "first name", "last name", "primary insurance provider", however she told me that I'd see a lot of gunshot wounds, stabbings, and people who accidently swallowed straight pins while attempting to pin a corsage onto their girlfriend's prom dress! SWEET ASS!
I'm getting my hair ("her") cut tomorrow. um...yeah.
Oh and I decided I would check out somebody's journal on here, which was rumored to have various written items about me. And sure enough, heather was right. and I felt odd about it, bad, sad, and then..."what the fuck?!" I havent talked to this person in forever, but then again I did the same damn thing with kyle. Um...i guess he was the only one I obsessed over.
Oh oh oh! And me and mark are gonna get married in vegas by an elvis impersonator, then make some babies and sell them on the internet! you're invited! TO ALL OF IT.