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BIG F'N SIGH HERE:__________

I actually am amazed at my inability to find a job. Any job now. I really can't believe I thought one would just jump in my lap the instant I came home. With the perfect plans I had, I should have a car now. I should be working on saving up to move out by now. I have no money.

And yes, I did put into account my lazy butt self. But seriously, I have not been as lazy as I am thought to be. But picky, yes. If anything, I suppose I've been picky. I am not working at McDonalds. Granted I will work at a family restaurant. IF they'd freaken hire me.

So I might still have my head in the clouds. That I'm some perfect score for some company or other and they are all missing out. ugh.

I feel like I'm really good cheese, like I dunno gouda or havarti (Cuz I like those) And I'm waiting to be eaten at this cocktail party and they're all too busy over in the corner of the room playing strip poker! I'm rotting away, growing mold. ha oh my gosh.

There is so much nothing going on in my life that time is just speeding up to get through it all faster. The days are just a blur. My roommate calls me and tells me how great her life is going. Then she asks if I found a job yet.
yet.
yet.
yet.

And I'm sick of talking about it! What's new with you Lori? Any job yet? It's overflowing into everything. Dinner conversations, phone calls with friends. I have nothing to say. Even in my diary! What have I come to? Who would want to read about this? When will it end? Maybe if I ignore it, it will go away.

Nope. This entry sucks. Even my cat disaproves.

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