i've had my fun and now it's time;

[rocknload]

I'm looking for a job I can work from ten at night until perhaps eight in the morning. See how easy that is to explain? If I have to try and force one more online application to understand this, I'm going to start running in circles, screaming. Screaming. I'm used to computers, but I hate computers standing in place of what oughta be genuine human interaction.

I dreamed I dyed my hair purple. Which I can't do with a retail job; but maybe it's about time to change up what I look like. Soon as I get some money, and a few days off in a row from the show, maybe I'll get my tongue pierced.

Yeah, yeah, I know. Ew. Save it.

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[rocknload.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm sure they are. But, pffft, it's retail. I don't expect much outta them. Also, they say tongue piercings are okay, which is more than I was counting on!

[rainsigns.livejournal.com]

That's an achievement. (Or maybe that's because it's invisible for most of the time.)

...i wanna be a dancer. They get paid a lot.

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I think that's it. But still.

Oh? What kinda dancing?

[rainsigns.livejournal.com]

Achievement like whoa? Indeed.

Stripdancing, naturally. Bitches get paid damned high for it. =/

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

I've heard they get bank, yeah. But being around the alcohol and the cigarette smoke all the time is bad for you.

[rainsigns.livejournal.com]

That's why it's on my 'the very last resort' list if all else fails.
Not that I'd willingly do anything like that to begin with.

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

Aha, I might consider it. You know, if I had any noticeable sexy powers, not to mention a reflexive impulse to not smack the men who look at me wrong. IT WOULD BE A POOR CAREER CHOICE.

[rainsigns.livejournal.com]

OH, I BET. Smacking them guys around would get you fired in no time and you'd get a bad reputation from changing places all the time.

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

Well, I do resist that urge, I just seethe and glare and wish I could hit them, a sentiment I'm sure is written all over my face.