I am the self proclaimed Cap'n Thesaurus, give me a job, mew.
Lying in bed until 10am is not my usual schtick, trying to muster the confidence to face another day in the real world. It depresses me that I have yet to find a second job and I clearly will not make it for long on this income. Out of seven considerably impressive resumes and applications sent out, I've only been given the opportunity for one real interview. I'd like to think its this youthful face and vertically challenged body that has cursed all opportunities. They have always been considered attractive before, but I suppose not to those hiring for respectable jobs. The Vu is hiring and I'm nearly desperate enough to take my chances there. It may be a low point in my life, but at least I'd be able to afford the luxuries I've become accustomed to. This living on a low budget will take much too much time to get used to. Must...have...skin care products. I was so desperate today that I actually used some lotion I was nearly prepared to re-gift. Plumeria, and it reminds me of burnt flower candies. The smell is so grandmother pretentious it has the power to induce a damaging upchuck.
No dreams to report lately as Toonces prevents me from remembering all. I think the cat may have ADHD. She enters my bedroom about every 30 minutes for some attention, lies down for maybe a minute, and then chases after her invisible friends. Always must she announce her entrance as well, "Mew mew mew. Give me some attention. Mew mew. Feed me some goddamn turkey. Mew." Cheeky cat.
No dreams to report lately as Toonces prevents me from remembering all. I think the cat may have ADHD. She enters my bedroom about every 30 minutes for some attention, lies down for maybe a minute, and then chases after her invisible friends. Always must she announce her entrance as well, "Mew mew mew. Give me some attention. Mew mew. Feed me some goddamn turkey. Mew." Cheeky cat.