July 17th

Tuesday

So, last night I kept thinking, "My interview tommorow is at 5:30 pm. But what if they said 9:30?"

It drove me fucking nuts. I know they said 5:30. I wrote it down when they said it. Can you imagine if I was wrong, and the interview was at 9:30 this morning? Can you imagine how fucked-up that would be? It's 12:09 pm now. Please please please pray for me that it's at 5:30 pm. I know I'm worried for nothing, but worrying is my nature.

I whored myself on Jimbo's forum, hoping to get some more readers to this diary. I'm craving more readers, even though I'm very happy with the readers I already have. I guess I like the attention. I'm sure none of them will write to me for the password--they seem to be content talking about boobs and showing off how they smart they are. I'm glad Ugly Kittens is over with. It was the worst thing possible to happen to my webpage, but it spawned this journal. 15 year old CHILDREN talking about their favorite sexual positions-- spare me. Over the hill losers writing 5 paragraph sermons are not my idea of good readin'.

Since I'm on a bitch rant, I must add that there's one journal I'm not reading anymore. It's so boring and self-serving I can't bear it. I do not want to read about this CHILD'S sexual romps anymore. I do not care that this CHILD has a 5.0 average and never studies. I'm done with this KID. That's all.

Well, I'll write more after my interview. Wish my luck, everyone. I need this job.