poop beetle: I want
6.2005
.. . . . this job I interviewed for today, so bad, I feel nauseas. It's in the Cardiac Care Unit. I'm amazed I even got called in to interview.
Oh- I want it. I want it. I want it.
I feel like the week before Christmas when I was a kid. Tingly and sick to my stomach and overwhelmed with excitement and WANT.
Ok. If it happens it happens, if not something else will happen.
I'm totally into the "if it's meant to be" mode about where I end up.
Mentally, I mean. Right now my guts are all flip floppy as if I really might get the Barbie Dream house.
