So all week I have been busting my arse to try and find a job. I have been busting my arse trying to work out tons. I am tired, getting sick, and sick and tired.
But its all paying off. I have yet, another job interview, a possible job lead on Tuesday AND my pants are looser!!
Now if I could just find some cure-all wheatgrass juice in Manassas.
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If by wheatgrass you mean weed - just go to the high school. Or the mall. Or probably Ms. Neichell's. Or the Henningsens. I could go on. Why do all our neighbors have weird last names? What does sufflita even mean?
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