Tomorrow I wake only to venture south to the Oldest of Old Montreals where I will negotiate my first contract.
Yes, friends, my bitch-ass is employed by three separate conglomerates of men in suits who all wish I would marry their sons. I'm excited for my first round of office Christmas parties where I'll receive festive cookbooks!
Wish me luck.
I'll be ballin' in no time, buyin' rounds of drinks at le cagibi.
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