whew. it feels good to get that off my chest, and admitting it is the first step, right? right. anyway. how are you, dear reader? ... no? nothing? ok. RUDE. but i'll let it slide. i hope things are wonderful in your world. aside from my freakish, crippling obsession with blatant male aggression, life continues to be splendid. my job is still proving to be awesome and terrifying at the same time. awesome because i get to draw blood and cut up tissues and stare at hot doctors, and terrifying because i get to draw blood, cut up tissues and stammer awkwardly when hot doctors talk to me. good god, i'm smooth. feelings of inadequacy: 1, self-esteem: 0. overall though, i'd definitely file my position as a specimen collection specialist under the incredibly-fantastic-can't-believe-they-picked-me win category. and best of all, for only the second time in my 30 years on this continent, i am being compensated as though i am worth the hard work i've been putting in. it's revolutionary, i tell you! revolutionary!
as always though, with modest financial freedom comes modest financial responsibility. of which i've demonstrated little to none. what's that, night out on the town? you think we should be more than just a weekly thing? ok! oh, hey there, expensive plane ticket, why don't you just scoot on closer? what's going on, thing i've always wanted but could never justify buying? care to reside in the casa de selena? alright! sigh. oh well. i'll give myself 'til after my trip to rosa to embrace the concept of moderation. after all, i think i've demonstrated pretty well that i can quit my bad habits any time i want.
with that, i leave you, your found item of the day:
hella jealous.
