so this one time

hi,

i got a job at the chronicle.
THANK. FUCKING. GOD.
i went in for the interview today and she was like um so what if i were to offer you a position today, and i sad well i'd say yes, and then she was like um ok. here you go. and i felt the weight of the entire world off my chest. i have been acting like a silly goose and now i have a job. just have to do the following.

1. pass the pee test! too bad i smoke pot. oops. i have some nasty detox shit that looks fucking raunch and i have to drink an hour and a half before the thing tomorrow and that is not really something i'm looking forward to. mc says i'm goign to shit my brains out and have to pee so bad i'll look like a fucking crackhead. that's cool.

2. work one more week at hell/peets.

3. purchase an edgy yet mildly conservative wardrobe of business casual clothes ccentered around attractive flats with a mini wedge and various cute blouses with peter pan collars.

i'm watching sex and the city and it's one of the earlier ones when carrie is still with big, like in the very beginning and she's got awful late 90's hair and some nasty silver eyeshadow.