Permit Wars 2006 - duh, duh duh duh duh duuuuu duhhh... Ok, now that I've gotten that out of my system, back to the show. My name's Jess and I'll be your hostess with the mostess. Ew, how I hate that phrase, or fraze for the spelling impaired.
So, the town hall says, no, I can't do any work without the permit. That's a shame. I left a message for Bob but haven't heard anything. I would suspect that someone would call me if there was a problem. But then again, that's the problem. I don't want to be called if there's a problem - I want to be called when everything's ok.
"Hi is Jessica there?"
"This is she."
"Just wanted to tell you that everything's going as planned. Things are awesome! Put yourself at ease."
"Ok luv ya bu bye."
That would make me feel loved. But seeing how I'm not loved, I have to worry about it. I mean, what if xxxxx xxxxxx xxxxx xx xxxxxxx. And that's just the beginning of my uselessness. Confused yet? I am.
What am I going to do with myself this weekend? Any suggestions, internet? No. Damn. Something's ticking. I think my computer is going to blow up. Either that or I have mistakenly injested a bomb. I knew that jolly-rancher tasted weird.
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