I just got back from a job interview, and i am completely confused over how i was not offered the job after .02 seconds. I mean, i had all the skillzzz the position calls for. and Im hot so i can sell shit by just smiling. oh and i'm unemployed as of...today, so they should have thrown the new employees papers at me to sign the second i walked in the door. i'm going to ease my confusion with booze. in a fancy cup. fancy cups make it ok to drink at 730 on a thursday.
so as i was contemplated how i could not possibly have gotten the job, i apparently decided to sweat as i left the building. when i got home i stripped down and proceeded to semi clean the only part of the apartment worth it to clean..ya know, MY room. and i only put my shit away. my boyfriend can do it himself..naked.
as i popped open a 10 year old bottle of very fancy wine (any by 10 year old bottle of very fancy wine i mean the tall boy of miller lite sitting in the fridge since saturday) i turned on mtv...and the planets must have aligned specially for me this day, since MTV is playing..True Life: I'm addicted to porn.
i can't believe any person in their right mind would go on this episode...well, i can't believe anyone would go on any of the episodes..but addicted to porn..wow. how do you show your face ever again. how do you go on job interviews (who then dont hire you on the spot...)
i'd go on and on about this except for the fact that my chardonnay from 1974 needs a refill. 74 was a good wine year.