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Oh lord. I have an interview for what could possibly be job #2 tomorrow. Not sure if I'm totally ready to kiss all of my free time goodbye, however, I am definitely ready to have an extra paycheck. I need them dolla dolla bills if I ever plan to move my ass outta here. And this job, while not glamorous, would look decent on my resume. So we'll see.
And goddamn, I hate it when the underwire in my bra decides to play peekaboo in my armpit. It effing hurts! And this was my favorite bra too.
In other saptastic news, one of my little babies crawled for the first time yesterday. I seriously got misty-eyed. I'm so happy for him though. It must be exciting to go from being an immobile blob who could only suck on the toys I put in front of him to a self-propelled thing who can now spit up anywhere he pleases. Thrilling.
And goddamn, I hate it when the underwire in my bra decides to play peekaboo in my armpit. It effing hurts! And this was my favorite bra too.
In other saptastic news, one of my little babies crawled for the first time yesterday. I seriously got misty-eyed. I'm so happy for him though. It must be exciting to go from being an immobile blob who could only suck on the toys I put in front of him to a self-propelled thing who can now spit up anywhere he pleases. Thrilling.