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Hi Guys,
I've been busy in the last two weeks, but I hope every one is fine.
I got an answer from the school , so I have to repeat constitutional law, the assignments and exams, I was shocked but got over it pretty quickly as they say everything happens for a reason.
For now I'm job hunting, droppings CV's as if my life depends on it, Ruk's needs a job badly and terribly, I have all the time now so I might as well make the most of it and make some money too.

I don't know why I cant get a job , I'm pretty much frustrated at this point but I'm not going to give up, even dropping CV's at stores that I know would not hire me, because I know I do not fit the criteria of their staff.
I walked into  Michael Kors to drop a CV and was embarrassed the minute I walked in, the girls working there were tall and model like, so there I was, 5'1 size 14. I looked so lost in the store, one of the sales assistant noticed I had a CV, therefore I couldn't walk out so I put on a fake smile, gave the manager my C.V and walked out.

I've never imagine how hard life can be for single parents and I got  first hand experience in the last two weeks, my mum went back home leaving your's truly in charge. Dropping and picking the kids in school , they all attend three different schools and from 8:30 to 4 I spend my time driving, cooking and cleaning, I almost fell asleep at the wheel today but I managed. To all the single parents out there God is your strength and I pray you all reap the fruit of your labour.

Oh I got to hang out with my brother who I haven't seen or talked to in 14 years, it was fun having him around the house, It was as if we didn't lose a day and now he is gone. I do miss him though a lot.

Got two piercings, re-pierced my tragus and it hurts a lot, the other one somewhere me and the future hubby can see . No its not down south.

That's all for now.
Until next time.
XXXX
L.D

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  1. Hmmmm...somewhere me nd future hubby can see...eyezrollnnn

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