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Feb. 18th, 2003 02:33 am*Snickers* I want the Jesus-playing-soccer one.
So. Boring day. I applied for a receptionist position for an IT company in my suburb. It's almost too perfect. After that I was scared to apply for any more jobs, in case I jinxed it. That and I'm a lazy arse.
Overslept again; prolly cos I got little sleep on the weekend. Got bored. Cut lots of hair off...more than I was originally planning. Mum came home and asked me who cut my hair, so there's a little proud-type moment right there. I want some heavy-duty gel...then I'll see if it's possible to spike my hair.
So. Boring day. I applied for a receptionist position for an IT company in my suburb. It's almost too perfect. After that I was scared to apply for any more jobs, in case I jinxed it. That and I'm a lazy arse.
Overslept again; prolly cos I got little sleep on the weekend. Got bored. Cut lots of hair off...more than I was originally planning. Mum came home and asked me who cut my hair, so there's a little proud-type moment right there. I want some heavy-duty gel...then I'll see if it's possible to spike my hair.
