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[inahandbasket]

So.
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.

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[inahandbasket]

no no, the more custard involved the better.
*grins*