f-ing f-ing f-ing f-ing f-ing

Dear Diary,
Still no work. I've been unemployed for 12 years now. It's all been downhill since I got laid-off from Kruse Lumber that fatefull day in March of '93. Why doesn't anyone want to hire me? Is it my giant stuffed animal in the back seat of my Honda Civic? Or could it be that flicker of danger in my eyes... sigh. One of these days... one of these days I'm going to get a real, bonafide job. Then no one will be able to stop me. I'll be dominating f-ing everything. One of these days.

Love, Mollie