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I have a dress on. A little knee-length red dress and a little gold jacket, and shoes with heels and pointy toes. And jewelry, you guys. The whole nine yards.
...well. I don't have any makeup on, so let's say eight and a half. Still, this is a lot for me. I feel like I should have been going on an actual job interview instead of just dropping off my resume at the bookstore. (They didn't take it, btw. They referred me to Online. You know, I'm starting to have serious doubts about the existence of this 'real world' thing.) Or shopping for yarn - look, it was on clearance and my Big Bin o' Yarn is locked up for the duration. Resisting would have taken a stronger will than I will ever have.
My ankles hurt. XD
...well. I don't have any makeup on, so let's say eight and a half. Still, this is a lot for me. I feel like I should have been going on an actual job interview instead of just dropping off my resume at the bookstore. (They didn't take it, btw. They referred me to Online. You know, I'm starting to have serious doubts about the existence of this 'real world' thing.) Or shopping for yarn - look, it was on clearance and my Big Bin o' Yarn is locked up for the duration. Resisting would have taken a stronger will than I will ever have.
My ankles hurt. XD
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