I'm going to apply for a job at Walmart, Kmart, Target, anything to get me out of this house. I am going buggy. I applied for a job in LONDON today. Yes another country. hello England, I'd have to get a passport, then my blog would be changed to one night in London, but there are worse things. at least I'd be employed. I hate not working. It sucks. I hate being the house slave. I'm not cut for it. I'm Cinderalla waiting for my Prince, but he has never shown up, or he has and I was doing the dishes or running errands and missed him. I still am so in love with one man, and he goes on with not even a thought of me. That's why I can disappear, fade away. POOF... Gone baby gone.