I GOT THE JOB...mwhahahah watch out everyone!!!

Oh damn what have I gotten myself into!

Well I have a job interview on Monday. You would think that I would be a excited and stuff, but I think I am more worried. The woman that I worked with didn't get one, and I think she is pretty upset about that. I wish I knew why she wasn't going to be interviewed for the job. I feel kinda bad for telling her that I was going to be. But then again if i didn't tell her and I got the job, then she probably been more upset then she was. Oh well.

Wish me luck folks, I need all the help I can get!

I am a really am. I have been working my ass off at work this week. Putting in extras hours here and there since we are without an admin assistant for possibly could be a month. I did apply for the job, but we will see what happens. Part of me hopes I will get it, because I do love working there and I would love a crack at working full time. The other half is worry that things will change too much if I do get it, you know my work and home life. Am I really ready for all this, can I even handle it.

Who knows only time will tell.

LOOK JULIE I BLOGGED...did you :p

LOL the dirty version of Sucker is fucking hilarious! I think I am gonna put a copy on the radio blog! mwhahahaha! Until then you will just have to read the lyrics...

Sometimes, I wish that I was the weather
You'd bring me up in conversation forever
And when it rained, I'd be the talk of the day

Oh, sometimes I wish that I was a cold beer
I'd rest assured that you would hold me near
I'd be guaranteed to be just what you need

CHORUS

And there could be no other way, 'cause you're so, you're so lame
Your tired words are all, they're all the same
Yeah I would walk and I'd surely walk away
If I wasn't such a sucker for you

Sometimes, I wish that I was a bong hit
You'd let me in and you would (you would love) love every minute
And tell the room the things I did to you...

Oh and there could be no other way, 'cause you're, you know that you're so lame
Your tired words are all, your tired words are all the same
Yeah I would walk you know I'd surely walk away
If I wasn't such a sucker for you

Who wants to be the bitch
who wants to be the bitch mutha fucker yeah

I see your world with rosey-colored glasses on
Wanna right what I see wrong
I could never have that power over you
at least not when you're sober

Sometimes I wish that I was a penis
I was sure that you be after me and not any thing else
but my rigid 8 inch cock

Someday, I'm gonna pack up and leave this town
I'm gonna get my own things goin' on
And when I do, I'll forget
I'll forget
I'll forget about how, how you're so, you're so lame
Your tired words are all, your tired words are all the same
And I would walk you know I'd, I'd walk away
If I wasn't such a sucker for you
I wasn't such a sucker for you
I wasn't such a sucker for you