In which you mark your calendars… or not.
My birthday is on Friday. I will turn thirty-eight, fer chrissakes. HOW HAS THIS HAPPENED TO ME?
I sent out three resumes today. For jobs I actually want. Go me. Let the employment commence!
In other news, I can’t find my fucking wallet. It has a bunch of non-functioning credit cards in it, my driver license, and a $20 bill (which is/was all the money I currently possess). *bangs head on desk*
Update: Matthew Perry just said “Drudge Report” on tonight’s Studio 60. For some reason, I find that to be unbearably hip.
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Say it with me : thirty-quitch. And next year you’ll be thirty-wip, then thirty-tocle, and then you’ll be thirty-eight. There’s a number void there, and people keep forgetting about it.
Thank the GODS for you, Lo! -m
ooooh!!! I want to be thirty-quitch TOO!!! That sounds *WAY* cool!!!
good luck on those jobs! I’m keeping my fingers crossed!
*smooches*
I love you oodles. -m
I wish ATMs would give out $5 bills, as I seem to lose them with less regularity. I know there’s a $20 somewhere in my backpack, but I can’t find it.
Good luck on the job search. Today is review day at work, just like yesterday, neither of which seem actually likely to happen.
I want to find money of *any* denomination in my backpack! -m
So what is an address that general bday greetings may be forwarded to?
611 S 2nd St, Fairfield IA 52556. And DO NOT send kittens again. -m
Hamsters then? I can FedEx you hamsters, right?
Well, yeah, but only as long as half of them are male and the other half are in standing heat! -m
happy birthday mush. what do you want for your birthday? -gregg
Whirled peas! Or something off one of my wishlists (in the sidebar)? A pizza? I dunno. -m