what you know about that... i know all about that

I applied for a job to Blatitattat a while ago. WAAAY before everyone and their moms wanted to be an artist there but they aren't very organized from what i can tell... they still haven't got back to me. losers i just need some money. the place has an opening...that's supposed to be mine already... and aren't interviewing people... they're having people explain what tattoo they would give a few random people from the block... i hear i'm one of them.... you know some idiot, Miranda, thinks i'm a guy... well i'd give her a intricate design of question marks and star burst that looks like a cloud releasing a deep huff of air. all sorts of different colors...why? well she always seems to be flustered or forgetful or rushing or hating something she needs to relax and take some deep breaths. even i know better than to let this place get to you. if you do you'll be stuck here...in the never ending round-a-bout.