Oooh, it's now raining harder. I love it when the universe listens to me.
Oooh, now thunder. The universe is my bitch!
Edwards' cinemas redid their webpage. Very.. Flash-y. Not in the snazzy sense. In the sense that it runs like a Flash movie, and I hate that. I like my webpages to look like webpages, damn it.
Oooooog, the cramps. If I wasn't so afraid of our medicine cabinet (numerous badly labeled bottles, some containing medicine for our now-dead dogs, some for my now-dead Abuelita, and some from when we kids were about three. We've got everything in there) and painfully aware that normal medicines rarely do anything (4 midol = nothing. 14 Advil = nothing. Damn) I'd be raiding it.
Okay, I need to find about $5 so I will have enough for a movie ticket. *scrounges* Not having cash of any sort is annoying. I hate checks with a passion. I need a job. I need something to do. But all my applications are seemingly for naught. Because no one wants to hire me. Damn it. As much of a slacker as I can be normally, I love working. I adore being employed and having a purpose, even if it's only for the hours I punch in on the time clock. I don't care what I'm doing, not anymore. Just something. Anything. Preferably full-time.
But no one wants an employee who's leaving in a few months.