So, Wee...I have a job interveiw. At the buttcrack of dawn tomarrow...I will get up, get dressed, probably change my outfit a zillion or so times...and put on make-up, that makes me feel as little like me as possible. ha...
It's my first interview, I'm nervous as hell...and I am PRAYING that I get the job. Not only is every insecurity I hold so tightly to coming to some sort of climax...but every little tiny bit of confidence as well...
I believe in me, I do...for the most part...but I have this very descreet way of feeling like a failure before things even happen to make me feel that way.
And so...I will do this. I will tell myself the jobs in the corner pocket...and hopefully sink it.

I've also had this strange feeling of homesickness. I guess...without another way to put it...I miss my mommy.(haha) I miss having my own room..and being able to smoke in it....(It gets Effing cold lately...)...and I miss my own bed. Sleeping on a mini-me-couch sucks...

I'm rambling again.
Everyone wish me luck...ha.