Ready for Love hosted by Bill & Giuliana Rancic. How precious.
Insert 3 fabulous bachelors + “match makers” who make this show seem less “The Bachelor-y” but then wait..
These “matches” are all gorgeous supermodels or pageant queens. How is that realistic? Where are the average body type, pale girls with some acne on their chin from the midwest? Sorry we can’t all be tall, skinny, blonde, and with flawless skin.
The whole dating scene is exhausting and a huge deflation of my ego. I’ve never been more “ready for love” in my whole adult life yet everyone will say, “When you’re not looking, that’s when you find it.” or “Love is patient” or how about, “You can’t hurry love.”
It’s not like it’s been a week, a couple months, or even a year. It’s been years. As in plural.
I don’t think I’m asking for too much.
Are you there God? It’s me, Katie. What’s your plan, man?
I don’t get it. A guy talks to me, exchanges numbers, asks if I would like to go to the LivingSocial Bacon & Beer tasting, we confirm a date, and then we don’t talk for 2 weeks even after I text him once or twice and today, right now, when I’m supposed to be at this event, he still never calls.
mmm, slim to none.
(Source: ratatwat)~ see you on a dark night ~
to the lost
Dexter 7.12 - Surprise, Motherfucker!
This one company is slowly killing me.
Answer 2 page Questionaire.
Another list of questions pre-phone interview.
Hour & 1/2 long phone interview.
Another 2 page more “in depth” questionaire (including high school ranking, high school GPA —> who remembers that shit?)
3 hour in person interview involving a timed SAT-type test, computer test, 2 hours of question/answer.
Another 3 hour interview this time consisting of flashcards, another computer test, more grilling, and a less than delicious lunch.
And then a request to send them my old bosses’ personal contact info so they can ask her questions about my previous work.
What’s next? You ask for my blood type? Do an IQ test?
Cheese & Rice. I’m done.
Looking up flights to California to visit Jenn & Ilyse is so spontaneous and exhilarating and I cannot wait to just be out of my apartment and in a new area for a while.
Merry Christmas to me!
I mean, yeah I ate some raw cookie dough today but I ran/walked a mile on the treadmill so like, that should cancel each other out, right?
No wonder I am not seeing supermodel results overnight. Bummer.
I don’t think you’re right for himLumineers
sounds … suffocatingWIRED
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