Friday, August 24, 2007

Another Shot.

Poor little rose, beaten by the rain
In the wind in the gale, thunder and the hail
Sometimes I feel like I'm going insane
Without the numbness or the pain so intense to feel
Especially now it added up through the years
And I, I taught myself how to grow
Without any love and there was poison in the rain
I taught myself how to grow
Now I'm crooked on the outside, and the inside's broke

I swear, that man I married has the most uncanny luck sometimes. I got an email from a local shop owner asking if I know of any artists who are looking for a job.

Uhm, YEAH.


So we're going tomorrow morning for an interview. I think it's pretty much in the bag, though, and hopefully he'll start working on Monday.

I'm trying not to be excited...expectations and all that.

(Yaywe'regoingtoameetinghe'sgoingtogetajobeverythingwillbefixed!)

6 comments:

Charlie said...

I hope so... I was surprised how much it affected me when I read about stuff going badly for you, even though I don't know you. My fingers are crossed for both of you!

Chloe said...

I am going to have to come kick you in the ass for your comments in parenthesis. There's a word for what you're doing..stop it!!

Mantramine said...

yeah (quietly)

Mary P Jones (MPJ) said...

You go super codie fix-it girl! Hope he does get the job and go to the meeting, but I know, in the end, you will be ok either way.

longvowels said...

um.. I'm looking for a brilliant poet to be the Queen Poet of the world. It comes with a ginormous stipend...

madness!

Inmatez Wife said...

Hope he gets it!!