business in the front
I understand that in general, it's not a good idea to allow financial matters to be decided based solely on emotions, but Lazlo and I finally cracked, and decided to spend our last $12 seeing a matinee showing of Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow. Worth every penny. It's a good thing I found that $5 in my bag, though, or we would still be held hostage in the parking garage.
We were driven to our "go out with a bang" mentality by months of scrimping and self-denial, only to realize that the situation is beyond hope (until I get a job) and so there's really no point in pathetic cost-saving measures. We might as well have bought popcorn.
Next month, we're counting on Sally Mae and Co. to fund our rock and roll lifestyle with student loans, and sometime in the future, some clueless loser will accidentally succumb to my overwhelming attributes and give me a freaking job.
During this never ending search for a job I've become cynical and jaded. When I send resume after resume into the gaping email void, I'm tempted to press delete myself, and shorten the process. I don't understand who gets the jobs I apply for. One job description I read yesterday paid $9/hr for 10 hr/wk (on call) and required an English MA. That kind of thing makes me want to kill someone.
As an added bonus, pregnancy hormones are making my hair and finger nails grow at a truly alarming rate, and my once hip and chic haircut has become femme-mulletish. Since -supposedly- hair dye "poisons" the fetus, my hair has been un-dyed for the longest period since high school. I feel East Texas frumpish and I walk like a drunken sailor lurching around at sea, thanks to the recently sprained ankle. This, along with the frequent pauses to throw-up in flower beds, is not helping the job search.
In short, I'm a trashy, nauseated, cripple, and I need a job. If you have one, give it to me.
Oh, sweetie!! I know this will sound trite and cheesy in your current predicament but here goes anyway: God will take care of you. He is responsible for putting you in this position. You followed his instructions to go to California. It is so hard to keep plugging away when your body makes you want to lie in bed all day and occasionally lean over and puke into a trash can. The job hunting process is bad enough when you feel good. You are in my prayers. As always, God will reveal Himself to be GOOD!!
Ok well KT and I saw you and Laz driving next to us the other day and you did not see us, but we tried frantically waving our appendeges to get your attention.
Oh well - moments past
the point is - BOTH of us commented on how cute you are and how great your hair looks.
SOOOOOO - the femme-mullet is kickin' and the undyed whispy thing works for you
you are so effing hot for a prego chick
much love!!!!! KT and Tink
The hair dye poison-thing is a myth. Dye away!
ha! just as i suspected! can anyone back dallas up here? this calls everything into question- is no espresso a myth? no vodka tonics? come on people- research!
dye your hair, kate.
just don't drink the dye or rub it vigorously into your scalp or inject it into your veins.
no vodka.
espresso won't kill your baby, but it might make you want to kill yourself (which, in effect, does kill your baby). caffeine tends to worsen all the sucky parts of pregnancy (like peeing all the time and throwing up and headaches) so you're better off getting through the withdrawl and leaving it alone.
no caffine means no dr.pepper. good luck with all that.
if you guys think i won't risk excessive vomiting and dehydration for my 2-5 dr peppers a day, you have vastly underestimated my dedication to the soft drink you knew texas could build. 10-2-4!
i've read this on four seperate occasions. I feel guilty laughing, but it's hilarious. write more.