12.03.08 :: 11:21 am


it is taking forfuckingever to find a job.
i can't tell you how tired i am of answering the same ridiculous interview questions over and over again.
What's my weakness? Bourbon. A-line dresses. Dogs dressed as food.

Ugh.


In more fun news, we're selling the car. Because we calculated that it would cost LESS to have our window broken five times a month and replaced than to pay for parking.

Sometimes, some things are just too dumb.

Off to take the little man for a walk while simultaneously looking for an appropriately awesome engagement present for miss Fiona Kay.
Yes indeed, another Whorenun's getting hitched!

And the celebration will mark the first time we leave Oliver overnight in my mother's care. He's such a big boy.

We're all growns up!

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