Thanks, But No Thanks
Whelp...I didn't take the job. I'm crazy, biatch! You never know what I'll do next! I might shake your hand, or I might kick you in the crotch and run for the hills, laughing maniacally with my arms waving over my head like streamers. I might depants you during your nationally televised meeting with the President. Maybe I'll eat a whole wheel of cheese in one sitting. You don't know. I'm unpredictable.
Or maybe I'll apply for a job, somehow snag it, get crazy excited about it...then not take it. The details are not publishable, but through the course of yesterday afternoon my boss convinced me that my current office is the place to be in the near future. So here I'll stay.
Who else is in for BYU? So far I've only heard BL, Megan, and D-Day. Anyone? Anyone?
Or maybe I'll apply for a job, somehow snag it, get crazy excited about it...then not take it. The details are not publishable, but through the course of yesterday afternoon my boss convinced me that my current office is the place to be in the near future. So here I'll stay.
Who else is in for BYU? So far I've only heard BL, Megan, and D-Day. Anyone? Anyone?
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6:51 AM, October 19, 2005
1:28 PM, October 19, 2005
You have to come anyway if you want your band jacket back though. I'm sure as hell not mailing it to you.
5:04 PM, October 19, 2005
6:15 PM, October 19, 2005
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