Dear Potential Employer,

I'm in. I'm so in, it's humiliating. Because here I am begging...

Ok, here it is. Your Choice? It's simple: Her or Me. And I am sure she's really great. But, Potential Job, I love you. In a really really big, pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you.

So Pick Me.

Choose Me.

Love Me...

Jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge if You Don't,
Blondie