10 reasons why I hate closet maid.

I spent my first few hours this morning sending out resumes again, something I'd kind of given up on for a while during the IPA fiasco. There is still one job left out there for me in Sarasota, but I haven't heard anything since math test day. The rest of the day was spent renovating Wendy's closets a task that has left me tired and covered in dust. Its a good thing I like her a lot or I'd take my tired butt home. I found out something cool about California today, you have to be 18 to buy spray paint. Cool, that makes it totally leagal for me to go around tagging up the city since I'm of age. Yet another way I can live out all my San andreas fantasies.