So this is my life now, lots of paper asking me to write about why I want to have a job. I really just want to write FOR MONEY but realise that probably wouldn't get me the job...life isn't like Bridget Jones (you know, that scene where she says she has to leave her current employment because she slept with Hugh Grant? Yep, that's the one, let's carry on now we're on the same wave length) and it's not like other films where people get jobs just by asking and being 'kooky' i.e. they fall through the doorway and spill coffee on their white silk blouse and break a heal of their shoe and their hair falls out of the impecable french pleat that took the character many attempts to create (we know this because we just watched the 'getting-ready-for job-searching montage). SIGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH. If my life was a film it would be so boring...nothing would really happen...wait, it might win some kind of award at Canne in that case...although there isn't enough play between shadow and light. I don't smoke either, in a moody fashion or otherwise.
Oh, I'm going to eat a sandwich (a potentially dynamic moment of cinema).
BYEEEE.
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