I'm so. Freaking. Cold.

Well I went to that silly job interview today. The guy's gonna give me a bit of a trial run. He's not sure how I'll cope, and it sounds rather stressful, but it's cash-in-hand. I'll probably get sacked pretty quickly, I tend to fuck these sorts of things up. The longest I've held a job is 4 hours, and they didn't even pay me for it. Lousy marketing. But I'm money-hungry enough to go for it, even though I have no freaking idea how I'll get out to Templestow before 9am tomorrow. The guy's British and reminds me of a teacher that scared me at QANTM. Plus the business is run out of his house, which I don't really like the idea of. AND it's to do with a wedding expo. I *HATE* that kind of stuff. Don't get me wrong, marriage is all well and good (despite what previous quiz results I've scored), but all those pearls and chagmpegne and bossy women is just... blarg. *grabs the chagmpers, pawns the pearls and spears the bossy bitches*

MOC went late again today. Spent a fair bit of time clinging onto eviltom, and for once I spoke on certain issues; that's right, the forums. Now when I first joined the forums over a year ago they used to be pretty lawless and lay-back. But ever since things have started getting nasty, the admins wanna crack down. I don't want it to become another Madboards where threads are locked every three seconds! And I don't wanna see the general area become like a concentration camp... or worse...