Now. Seriously. I'm fucking done playing around, it's not even fucking funny anymore, so give me a god damn job. Even just an interview, just ONE fucking interview would be fine, it may put me back in good humor for a time, because that would mean the world is not fucking ignoring me. Read my fucking application and fucking call me right now,
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I'll feed you on Saturday and Sunday, at least. Steak, potatoes, a nice peach cobbler.
But yes, I agree with you on all counts. *hugs*
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I wish I could give you a job or help somehow, but in the meantime I'll just keep thinking good thoughts for you. (at you?)
Love you and miss you. (you'll be getting your valentine's sometime next week, promise! It may cheer you up a wee bit.) (but the online one you'll get day of, of course :)
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