My Dream Job
Years ago I used to tell my friends my dream job would be to work in a run down 50's-style gas station out in the middle of the Nevada desert, wearing cut-off jean shorts and a tank top, listening to a crappy old radio all day while pumping gas and giving directions to travellers.
I would still love that job.
I'd say! Wouldn't we all!
Posted by
QueenieCarly |
8:06 PM
Hmmm I don't think I would. I think I'd be scared. I'm kind of weird like that sometimes though.
Posted by
Toni |
10:14 PM