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I'm still waiting to hear back about the scariest interview ever which if successful will result in me having the scariest job ever. And it's tense. Really tense. My hair is frizzing! It does that when I'm tense. You should've seen me at the interview! It looked like somebody took a balloon to the top of my head. Crazy. But I should know soon so I guess I can dig it. What else? Hmmm...I've been keeping to myself a little lately. I seem to be going through this phase where I say really stupid things to the people I'm closest to (well, one in particular) and it's just no good. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I'm just not fit for human consumption. Okay, maybe I'm not keeping to myself quite as much as I should be because I went out with some friends from work on Saturday and got...um, I believe the technical term for it might be plastered. Or wasted. If you want to me all high school about it. I'll just leave out the details and suffice it to say, I'm never drinking again. Never. Ever. Nope. No way. I do wickedly stupid things when I drink. And those of you who know me well can vouch for that. And after Saturday so can a whole lot of people who barely know me at all. Woo hoo. At least there was no flashing or streaking involved. Thank god for small miracles. My question for you guys is where were Virve, Marla and Shae when I needed them?! Bah!