Oh, and I have a bit of good news: one of the people on the DreamWidth comm fucking_meds may have named the source of my keel-overs and monthly swearing God for an uncooperative pelvic region. This bastard is a good description of some of my symptoms during Midol Week and has been known to occasionally flare up outside of Midol Week. The sucky part is that there's no cure, and the only treatment that really works is surgery. I can't help but wonder, is this where all my extra estrogen's gone?
Kitchen knives, which have awesome blades, but really, only an awesome job when your appointments actually show up. I'll be quite pleased to get a job at one place, because it looks like fun, and I'm very much a social creature.
No, I found a template, and if I really need help I can ask parents/neighbors/etc for help.
Well, that's good, even if the descriptions make me cringe and want to curl up into a ball.
Oh, and the Van needs new tires, because the ones it has are almost bald.
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Yeah, I hated writing my resume. Most annoying part for me was remembering the dates of when I worked at places. Anything I can help with?
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No, I found a template, and if I really need help I can ask parents/neighbors/etc for help.
Well, that's good, even if the descriptions make me cringe and want to curl up into a ball.
Oh, and the Van needs new tires, because the ones it has are almost bald.
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