Reddit, that wily minx, sent a few tens of thousands of trafficky clicks over to my atrophied and dying lame-ass blog.*
While I resisted the unholy urge to comment**, I still...GRRRRRR.
Dearest Internet, my beloved vast unwashed: Y'all are a bunch of dumbasses. Me too! I'm a dumbass too! Don't freak out! But seriously. SERIOUSLY.
I am in the midst of job interviewing for my big scary new career. It's big and scary but also exciting. I'm allowing myself some cautious optimism on the grounds that I get good grades and know what I'm doing, and also people like me. People like me, right? Anyhow, first round interviews for the Big People are this week. I'mma hope like hell that they want me back for second rounds. I was initially quite nervous because I'm so bad at bullshit, but I've found that the interviews themselves are bullshit-free. Huge relief, considering the high BS potential.
I no longer feel like a TOTAL imposter in my business suit, although I still believe that blazers are ridiculously unflattering.
Pencil skirts and cardigans only please!
Keep your blazer to your own damn self!
ExBF went a tad Crazy McPants with the unending deluge of unsolicited text messages. Oddly, I hope to have solved this via switching my twitter over to a protected account.
Just me and my 2500 closest friends!
Getting more work done this Saturday on my tattoo-that-will-never-be-finished. We are making slow progress. But progress all the same.
I'm volunteering in Gabriel's classroom on Wednesdays. It makes me feel like one of those regular moms who has time during the day and stuff. It's also FASCINATING to get a good, close look at these 23 other kindergarteners.
*Cuz of this post, via this.
**I DO SO KNOW MY BRA SIZE! MY DRAWINGS ARE IN COLORED PENCIL BECAUSE THAT'S HOW I LIKE IT! I AM NOT AN IDIOT! YOU ARE AN IDIOT!