No joke...I got a super-awesome, real-live, grown-up job. It's a regular-old nine to five (okay 8:30 to 5:30, whatever), pays well, and I work with cool, young-type people. Best of all, it's in the legal field, right where I want to be...okay wait, best of all x's 2, it's Downtown, about five minutes from my house.
I start on Wednesday, and I'm going to celebrate tomorrow by shooting a gun at a shooting range, which is how we do things here at The State That I Am In...and by "we" I mean "me". I know I this doesn't even need to be stated, but pictures of me shooting a gun while wearing a cute dress to follow!
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We are now within work-time lunch-having distance from each other. Which shooting range do you go to?
Blam! Blam! New job for you, NO job for me. Alls I know is we're shootin' paper targets Lil Tokyo style. . . and frozen yogurt. Hooray!
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