GET A FRIKEN JOB!

GET A FREAKIN JOB!! Those are words that my inner self has been throwing at me lately.
All I do is sit around the house and watch my life, or at least what it claims to be, past me by.
I REALLY NEED A JOB, and his summer I plan on finally fulfilling the comment. Only because now I need the money. I'm getting to that age where I can't depend on the 'rents anymore, well actually I think one of these days they'll just refuse to support me and i'll be a sad little girl in a big world. YEAH RIGHT. So anyway I want to work at DQ it would only make sense. It'll be the summertime. I'll be able to drive, I'll be sixteen and home free. Plus ICE CREAM!!yumm.

-Martha aka jobless