writing cover letters exhaust/overwhelm/suck all the life out of me. i've never been good at pretending to be an extremely awesome individual, and i've never been good at selling things.
i've been sitting here for over a half an hour staring at the last sentence written, "dear ms. montgomery," and then the two broken sentences i began to write to "express my interest in the open position," which frankly, i've always thought sounded a bit on the erotic side... thankfully admin. assistant work is anything but.
i have a lot of work to do around my house that i've been putting off for a while. i've been putting a lot of things off for over a month now.
my car has fucked me over more in the past few months than it ever has. it's almost as if it's aware of the fact that i have so little money and so much free time, so it breaks itself in small but major ways just to keep me at home. it's latest fuckfest is with the brake lights- they're on, and stay on until the battery dies. a little plastic dowel that goes through a part of the brake pedal snapped off. thanks, honda.
god dammit. off to do some laundry now!
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