(This is Roger. Being Roger, A.K.A. my autistic brother so he can ride in the cart at Safeway. PLEASE DON'T JUDGE.)I got a job interview. At DQ. Tomorrow morning. At 10:30AM.
I want a job with all my guts.
But.
I want a job I want.
I never thought I would work in a DairyQueen.
I always wanted to be in a bakery. Or a waitress in a diner. Maybe owning that underwear shop I dream of. Or even in a Safeway(I♥Safeway).
But.
SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO DO SOMETHING YOU DON'T WANT TO, TO DO SOMETHING YOU Do.
Just kill me now.
I really hope I get this job though.
I need it.
I am sitting here eating strawberry yogurt with golden flaxseed in it. Wearing a random green shirt and black tights. Tonight I teach. And I really want some toast at this moment. Not to mention that story that needs to be finished.
Life is crazy.
Just like my hair I guess.
Now I have to go remember that trip to W.A. last weekend(via the picture on top). And think about what to say in that interview tomorrow.
Dear me.
I could talk about ice cream I guess. And I think I should wear some nice shoes. Good shoes always make a good impression. Maybe those bright pink indian fringe boots. WHAT THE HECK AM I GOING TO DO WITH MY HAIR?
Love. Bella.
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