Your kisses like roses, your betrayals like thorns.

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urgh

nothing stresses me out quite like applying for jobs. “why do you want to work here?” is such a fucked up question, mostly because “i’m looking for a second job because i’m tired of only having $4 leftover at the end of each pay period and my credit card scares the hell out of me i’m in debt enough from college and i will do literally anything if you will just give me a paycheck” doesn’t seem like a good answer. seriously people. i’m relatively intelligent, i have experience in a lot of different fields and what i don’t know you can teach me. just give me a mother fucking job. 

/rant over

things that suck

having a sore throat when your job is dependent on your ability to talk. a lot. it started yesterday, and i have an 8-hour shift today. took a long shower, made coffee and went to the store for cough drops. i have two hours before i have to go in, we’ll see if i can get my vocal cords in working order. 

i just want to lay on the couch and watch top gear until the superbowl

buuuuut i have to go to work. and i feel like shit. probably because i was doing this last night:

please note babs in the corner and legs everywhere.