So I print off 30 cover letters, and resumes and staple them all together before I realize that I spelt the word REFERENCE wrong (I missed an 'e'). Goddamnit. Lousy Microsoft. I don't care, if someone doesn't hire me because I spelt reference wrong, then so be it.
Looking for jobs = Ewwww.
Moving out will be nice though. I've sought refuge in my parent's basement for the past week, and done nothing but sleep and watch DVDs. It was nice to have a little vacation, but now I'm ready to climb the walls. I don't live well in small town Saskatchewan, I miss my takeout food, CD stores, and all night 7-11s.
A new job means new moolah as well, so I'm excited to sign myself up for a new tattoo the next chance I get. I'm just trying to find an appropriate place to put the words "Let's Get Fucked Up and Die". Hmmmzah...
Well that and Bright Eyes tickets. Mmmmmmmmm Le Conor.