argh.

Fuck you, css. Goddamn style sheets.
I've had it with that crap.
Stupid web design.

If anyone wants to know where I am, I'm currently immersed in working on this cunting website I agreed to do for the MWC (my weekly meeting witchy group). Thought I was going to get all fancy and throw some style sheets at it, but the Design Gods had other ideas.

I'm usually a lot more positive about it, but this css style has really got my head turned around backwards. I'd rather learn something easier, like speaking Aramaic or how to play the bagpipes.

In better news, I have another job interview tomorrow. Strangely enough, I think it's for the same immigration attorney that I dealt with a couple of years ago when I was attempting to remove the kickban that the UK had placed on my passport. Weird!

bwah!

It IS the same immigration attorney that I went to for help.
I just checked it out.

This is so freaking bizarre.

frame for the closeup

I'm ready for my interview, Mister DeMille.

heh.

And I've decided to wear the same dress that I was wearing when I was kicked out of the UK. In honour of, you know, going to the immigration attorney for a job interview.

The great thing is that this dress is easily one or two sizes smaller then what I've been wearing for the past two years and I can get into it again. VIVA LE ATKINS!

However, if I were to write a letter to God right now, it would probably be one asking that He make the fear-nerves-vomity feeling go away. I get this every time I have an interview.

I would also request that my mother stop watching, Walker-Texas Ranger. Because I well and truly despise Chuck Norris and his (lack of) acting skills. Also, his face looks like a punched in sock. With a beard.