FUCK FRANZIA.

seriously, that shit is whack. this morning i had the worst hangover of my life and had a job interview. i get there and the girl says "sit down, make yourself comfortable, have some water if you want." and immediately i reach to the jug,"oh dear god glorious, glorious water.." and while i sip i realize my left hand is shaking a tad and i fear this will not be a plesant 15 minutes. then my interviewer comes in and i remember to stand up to shake her hand and say nice to meet you and use her name and all that because that's why they made us take that horrible class entitled "critical skills" in high school. however i have left on all my rings, against the advice of mrs.whatshername with the pointy nose and the sunken cheeks like shes been suckling a lemon for eight straight months, as it is "too cluttered." fuck that, these are my rings and they are as much a part of me as my fingers. cheery dispositioned interviewer asks "so how is your wednesday?" "since i started my day with my head in the porcelain bowl things are going just swimmingly," but instead i say, "you know it's a wednesday. at least it's not monday, har har." the rest of it goes fantastic and i tell her all sorts of things she probably doesn't need to know about me but the cheery disposition is enthralled and so no foul. i must be a much better actress these days as this women has absolutely no idea i am inches away from blowing chunks all over her.

best executed hungover job interview ever! in the world!!