She is a cruel, cruel mistress.
Rejected from another job. What *don't* I have? Is that too hard a question? I'm qualified, I'm putting myself out there. I don't like being this vulnerable. Not one bit.
I guess it's another late night of drinking and listening to songs which remind me of an easier time. Yayz.
Though at the time they didn't seem easy. I'm thinking that maybe I'm just an attention-seeking whore who needs something to wollow about at all times.
Meh. I love unemployment. I just wish I had enough money to enjoy it to it's fullest.
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