Hrm

[oyceter]

Well, I've been rather uncommunicative with my LJ lately... Guess it's probably because there's not much going on here. I sleep late, debate whether I should buy more groceries or make another library run, attempt to feed myself (generally disastrous), and check to see if the roses have died yet (nope! still going...).

Then I try to stay out of people's ways because they keep asking me if I have a job. It's rather embarrassing, because I don't. Even the bookstore I applied to didn't call me back. That seems kind of sad -- I can't manage to get a job doing book retail. Hrm. Maybe am intrinsically unemployable.

So my first wish of the day would be for people to stop asking me if I have a job. Then they should stop asking me what I want to do, because I haven't a clue. Then... hrm. They could feed me? Or tell me sitting around and hunting down out of print books in the library is a worthwhile pasttime, although I rather suspect it isn't.

Dum de dum... off to waste yet more time.

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[scrollgirl.livejournal.com]

Then I try to stay out of people's ways because they keep asking me if I have a job. It's rather embarrassing, because I don't.

Dude. Totally with you. If one more well-meaning auntie or uncle comes up to me and asks how the job-hunting is going, I'm gonna scream. Seriously.

Don't worry, we'll find something soon. I'm sure of it! Kinda... :P

(Sorry for the surfer-speak. Watching The O.C. is really affecting my slang! Dude!)

[oyceter]

LOL! It's ok... one of my friends talks that way too, and she's infected me! Dude... ;)

Here's fingers crossed for us both!