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Aug 31, 2007 11:53

I applied at Taco Bell again. Desperate times, call, for desperate measures.... again. Why is it after the death of both my grandparents I found myself shortly there after in uber need of the bling bling..? Fucking. Weak.

But I'd like to say this: If I fail that fucking test again, I won't need a job. I'll be in a MENTAL INSTITUTION. Whether I go in there myself, or slit my wrists and get put there by someone else, that's where I'll be. No fucking joke. I have too much pride in my intelligence to accept the fact I failed a FAST FOOD TEST. >:(

Trial is a week from today. I'm so full of anxiety and no one cares. I can barely sleep. I wake up constantly. I'm tired all day. I feel like crying all the time.

If I still had my website I'd be posting a few pictures of Joey as an ode. Adorable Hyacinth but she passed away. But alas. I have one on my myspace, its one of my favorites.

Well back to work. Doing some applying online while I wait for the cable guy and my mom to phone me back. She's so awesome, she's like " come help me do concrete stuff!" and I'm like "Sure! $$ is good! I'll work for it!" and then the day it happens she's like "NM!!" Fucking a dude..
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