It happened. The job that needs someone to begin in eleven days finally posted an official ad. I sent in a powerful ass resume along with a tight motherfucking cover letter and I had to answer three weird questions about being able to use an iPad or something. But it's done.

This happened an hour after I got off work and saw some dip shit(s) had egged my car. Like, with eggs? Threw eggs at my car? I'm confused about who would egg someone's car between 10am and noon on a Wednesday, and if I hadn't been side tracked pimping my shit out online for this potential new job I woulda been crippled by it. I only cried, like, four tears. Record low tear count.