and none is about,
no one is stirring,
not even a mouse.
My heart it is pounding,
I think I may chuck,
and all I can think,
Is , George don't fuck it up!
I hate first impressions,
I don't like them a lot
cos people often think,
im a bit of a clot.
Im not really poet,
as im sure you can tell,
im just a bit of a tard,
as scared as hell.
I went for my "interview" (read four hours of intolerable sweaty un-organised hell of an interview) today. I got accepted (thank god) but my euphoria was short lived after the women said to me and you start at nine tomorrow morning.
Great.
As ever,
a very nervous
Georgia
xoxoxox
(insert picture of me snorffling chish and fipps.)
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