Scared Shitless

Fuck me! So I've been applying for so many jobs lately that I can never really remember what/who/with/bleh. Apparently I applied for a PR associate position with one of the most notorious (and celeb friendly) PR firms in the city. And I have an interview with them on MONDAY MORNING. A friend in the biz said that she was amazed and that I had better dress and look as good and hot as I would if I were to have a meeting with Brad fucking Pitt. Damn. I gotta do some shopping....and personal grooming. I'm nervous!