Gator

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http://ironicmystic.blogspot.com

Why was I in a hurry, who was that young girl, around my age, possibly younger, she left me a message around noon, today, my phone was left on silent, why was I at the library, what was I looking for, my laptop, why do I treat it like dirt, how is the job search going, huh, why am I so dissatisfied, no,, something Gator, why am I not content, I leave my computer unattended, sometimes, even while at the internet cafe, which so happens to be the world's biggest bookstore, but why was I in a hurry, I checked my messages, I got the call, it was the girl, something international, a school, oh my, but I had an hour, where was it, near PSU, walking distance, I guess, near that long bridge, and that tower, for that hospital, well, I finally got there around 7pm, oh no, there was this other lady, older, mean, I mean, nice, kind of, but that lady ended the interviewed after two questions, CPR, I think, what, you think, huh, actually, now, I remember, I don't, oh, and Food Handler's Card, I said, not with me, well, now, I remember, it was with me, well, the lady said I lacked confidence, so, now, I feel funny, weird, I feel ironic and mystical, but that happens, and on my entrance back home, I told Scott, one of the managers, where I live, a friend, now, too, I told him that I'd rather be in front of the world than in front of that lady, grr, but do not quit, why do I feel so funny, well, not sure, but at least I can write about this, and sing about it.