seen from Australia
seen from T1
seen from Malaysia
seen from South Africa
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from France
seen from Netherlands
seen from Nepal
seen from Netherlands
seen from Malaysia
seen from Netherlands
seen from Italy
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
These photos were taken a little over one year apart. I am living in a different country in each one. Nothing changes except my hair and location. Other than that, same miserable prick as always. (the camera is also better in the later picture, I guess. +1 technology increase.
Gandalf the white.
Zubatman
Before and after.
I thoroughly enjoy how wine lowers my give-a-fuck meter.
Twice this week I have woken up at the exact same time (4:30 am) out of a hard sleep having a nightmare that leaves me feeling physically sick and upset. I have enough problems with anxiety while I'm awake, now my fucking brain has it in for me while I'm sleeping, too. I give up.
Got my stuff around and applied for a job that I would be really really really excited about. Not just a "pay the bills job," like a "job i would look forward to going to job."
I did my part and now I wait. I'm also waiting on another place that interviewed me on December 23rd and have told me twice they want me but are waiting to hire me. Shit or get off the fucking pot, you guys.
Listening to the song that plays while Uma Thurman digs her way out of being buried alive in Kill Bill 2 is an appropriate soundtrack to writing a cover letter.
Also please someone kill me because I hate cover letters and I am worthless and no one is going to hire me. Except please someone hire me because I need a job.
