This was not because I spend too much time handling benzene and not enough handling Ybor Gold, it was because I realized I'm getting married next week without a prenup. He's only after my 47K + benefits.
I hope I get a raise, soon; I'd really like a hummer before the ozone has depleted completely and we're all dead.
Since I was turned down for a contestant spot on next season's The Bachelor and I already got cut from making it with Flavor Flav, I guess I have to do things the traditional way.
I can't decide if I want to be A) Lizzie Borden, B) Lizzie Mcguire, C) Anorexia (which would entail dressing as a skeleton and holding a mirror with a fat person taped to it) or possibly do a Puff Daddy/J Lo tag team.
Many of you in Livejournal Land (when I say many of you I mean Sean and my roommate, who actually doesn't care what I have to say or else she'd quit eating my Cinnamon Toast Crunch and she probably doesn't really read this) know that I recently interviewed for a position blowing up shit in the chemical world.
Well, today I was offered the job and I have to let them know of my decision within the next few days.
+ $40K starting salary which is about 10 grand more than I'm going to make starting most places and about $26,000 more than I'm making now. + No More Sports Bar + Medical Insurance!!!! (Something every young 20something only dreams of!)
- Tennessee - My dog gets nervous in unfamilar places and pukes everywhere. - I'm on the lease until December - Uh, Tennessee - Oh, Tennessee
I'm getting nervous and will puke everywhere. Um, I mean, my dog will.
Is it time to let go and grow up, and more importantly, get paid to BLOW UP SHIT!!
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help. massages, gifts of love and expensive presents are welcome to ease the stress of this difficult time.