Yesterday, I had a 24 hr pity party on Scribophile. It’s over.
Tuesday, I had my third job interview sort of within my own company. (Long story, I’ll explain another day). Didn’t get the job. It’s over.
Yesterday, I also withdrew myself from college for the third time. Done. Finished. Finito. It’s over.
I poured myself a rum and coke after I got the job news today. It’s a little strong. I’ll get over that, too.
Fuckity Fuck Fuck Cocksucking Fuck!
I’m going to go watch Little Miss Sunshine.
