so I'm still looking to get into a spa, they are all so elite, whatever, so I went to the new MAC store, they are interviewing me next thursday, since I have make-up art experience and a license, maybe they will hire me, who knows, right now I just want to jump off the roof because I'm broke - but there is the necklace I want to buy for my sister because she is my little sister, and because this necklace belongs on her neck, pretty much these are my thoughts, and I'm so jamming to depeche mode this minute.
I have partially borrowed the title from the recent film, "The Pursuit of Happyness", I really loved the narration style, and how the film would stop when he'd describe parts of his life, such as: this is the part I call "running". Plus, the film and true story took place in lovely San Francisco, and that is where my husband and I were for 5 days and 4 nights. So. . . . .this is the part I call, getting off the plane, and how the F to we get to the city? A minor, but essential detail I failed to plan or even think of when booking the trip. Planning, something I just skipped so in turn, we were a little confused, a little lost, and because of it, it turned out our room was communal living. That is the part I will call, are you f''n serious? We were tired, we were hungry, and we'd been on 3-hr flight, and a quite speedy train for about 45 minutes, and the room which appeared modern spacious online, turned out to be a box, probably 10x12 feet if that. T...
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