Tuesday, September 09, 2003

Dear Universe,

I've tried to be a caring (who am I kidding?!?!?!), fun filled, jovial kinda gal, but it's getting harder.

Why?
Because I am trapped in Weasel Central. If you just let me get my dream job STAT (thank you TLC's "life and death in the ER"), I promise to return to my beer-swilling, swearing worse than a trucker (in a good way) party gal self.

Until I get the job of my dreams I will drag my sorry ass home, pass out in front of the telly and cry to myself everytime I think of returning to this sorry excuse for a job.

Thanks!
Ren