what an epic fuck of a month.
i slept in a different city every single night of this week and feel somewhat deranged. dead duck.
but
but
there's a job interview tomorrow and all i can think of is: one tight black dress? or one puffy black dress? tis a black dress kind of a day (in me head at least).
i am allowed to melt down and start wallowing in self-pity commencing 6 pm tomorrow.
till then tis a u t o p i l o t and good mojo my way.
wishmeluck. ineedluck.
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