Part time job

I have to get a part time job, Dear Reader, and it’s really bothering me. I mean, I don’t have to get one, but it’ll come in handy to pay off some debt I have. I just can’t seem get past this pride thing I have and I know I’m just being stupid. To be honest, I have no desire to work another job. None. There is not the the slighest, teensy tiniest bit desire anywhere in my body to work another job.

Yes, I know I’m being a whiny bitch, but that’s why I have this lovely little site on the ‘net. It’s my place to bitch and complain when no one else will listen. Well, others will listen, but I know they get tired of it. Plus, when I type it out, I realize I’m just being a whiny bitch and it helps me get past that…most of the time.

So…I should be heading out the door towards Barnes & Noble or Lowe’s or Best Buy…but here I sit, typing…because I know how to do that. I don’t know nothin’ ’bout birthin’ no babies…nor about working a part-time job.