how is the weather?

mood: worn out
music: bird freaking out outside
CPCetc: at least my tongue's not papercutted...

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I sold my soul to Jesus for seven bucks an hour. What does that say about me?

Had an interview at Parkway which went well. ...I think. Many jesus points to Erik for talking me up. (Heh heh. Heh.) The assistant manager is one crazy fuck. I think I might like him. ...If he gives me a job.

I'm not bitter. *cough cough*

Anyway, office work is not terribly pleasant, but it's not as bad as I'd feared. I copied a lot of shite, sealed a lot of envelopes (but they didn't make me lick them! They had a little tool thing-y instead! It made Kiri a happy panda) and learned more about Moline, Illinois than anyone should ever have to know. Oh, Moline. There's an East Moline too. I think that's where the cow pastures are outside of Moline. But some people live there. Maybe they're cow people! Yeah!

...And JPalm's trying to get me to pity him for having to work today. In his posh little office. For more money than God. Ha. Hahahaha. Ha. Good one!

Gah! Being super bitchy! Stop that, Kiri Palm! Have a heart for a goddamn minute! Oy vay!

What else... I need to go to the library. I think I might run and do that tomorrow morning. Oh! Aunt Patti and I are going to start a tea shack/warehouse/place thingy! We need money (>.<) and we need to research tea (^ ^) before we can, but it sounds like a really cool deal! If everything works out, I expect all of you to visit whenever you can. ...Or I will cry. And as the wise, all-knowing Paiga says, "Everytime a Kiri cries, a faerie drops dead out of the sky". And faeries are endangered animals, you guys. You shouldn't kill 'em! It's mean!

I'm rambling. Great. Gonna stop that. Tschüs!