someone had an interview today for a job.
someone's interview went really REALLY well.
I think I may get it.
Not that I'm jinxing it...
but I did threaten to fill their pants with custard if they didn't give me a job, and hell, I wouldn't want MY pants filled with custard....
here's to hoping...
*raises glass of coke and vanilla rum*
I sit here in bed with the girl sleeping next to me, watching invader zim episodes and typing this entry.
I assembled Ikea furniture today in the wishful hopes that I get this job and can therefore afford to move in with the girl.
jobs are good like that, they pay you.