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Item #1: Applied for a job yesterday. Public Relations. For a NASCAR team. I'm overqualified for it (because quite frankly, their positions are mainly publicist, not public relations), but damn it, I want the job. I got a response back (because the dips at the employment agency either want a cover letter AND the resume in a document, or they want just the resume, but didn't note it was attached), so I know they're actually considering it. Here's hoping!
Item #2: Today is already shitty, because I nearly fell at my house, some schmo on the highway kept fluctuating his speed in a 20 mph range (seriously, from 50 to 70) in the fast lane, I kept getting cut off by slow people, the elevator wasn't working, I walked in the door and banged my knuckles at the exact same time as my blouse burst open, and all I want to do is curl up in the bed and read.
Item #3: Preseason Thunder was on last night, which means NASCAR! You know, I actually love the time right before Daytona the best. That's when all the glee is there, with hope for the new season. Nobody has screwed up yet, nobody's been screwed yet, nobody has proven their team was smartest by testing like crazy the year before. Here's to speed charts that mean nothing in the end but make us all happy anyway!
Item #4: American Gladiators rules. It's still horribly cheesy, but it's fun cheesy. Crush is the lone Gladiator that I think is really, really athletic, and Titan seems to be playing it just right.
Item #2: Today is already shitty, because I nearly fell at my house, some schmo on the highway kept fluctuating his speed in a 20 mph range (seriously, from 50 to 70) in the fast lane, I kept getting cut off by slow people, the elevator wasn't working, I walked in the door and banged my knuckles at the exact same time as my blouse burst open, and all I want to do is curl up in the bed and read.
Item #3: Preseason Thunder was on last night, which means NASCAR! You know, I actually love the time right before Daytona the best. That's when all the glee is there, with hope for the new season. Nobody has screwed up yet, nobody's been screwed yet, nobody has proven their team was smartest by testing like crazy the year before. Here's to speed charts that mean nothing in the end but make us all happy anyway!
Item #4: American Gladiators rules. It's still horribly cheesy, but it's fun cheesy. Crush is the lone Gladiator that I think is really, really athletic, and Titan seems to be playing it just right.
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