In exactly 2 weeks, I have my last day of finals, and hopefully a trip to Publishing Company to have a second, face-to-face interview. I'm already in love with this job,l so I'm trying hard to keep from planning, say, the arrangment of clever-yet-work-safe items on my desk, my away-from-the-office memo, and first-job cocktails (and unicorn rides) with my friends.
I get carried away sometimes, with the planning. In fact, if you come to my place and notice a wedding magazine or two, don't be scared. First of all, I probably won't marry you. The statistics are in favor of marrying someone that isn't YOU. Second of all, keep in mind that I scout apartments and furniture and decor and puppies for my apartment in June, and I haven't gotten those yet.
It's more a matter of loving pretty dresses and getting hints on 'fun bachelorette parties on a budget!' for...uh....common knowledge. And whenever Ken Watanabe gets off his adorable ass and wisks me away to a darling B'n'B in the grassy green splendor of a moutainside outside of Amsterdam.
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