And here comes shallow admission number nine of my lifetime.
#9 - I would be pissed if my hair were this short when I died.
So I better not die tomorrow, yo.
Today though, I'm a business woman. Dressing in business outfits, driving downtown for business meetings. Taking drug tests, doing background checks. I've entered the world of the briefcase and tie, and I've left the world of wiping poopie butts. And I'm scared, but I'm excited.
"I never gain an ounce, you see, my anxiety works like aerobics. I never have to exercise."
-Woody Allen
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Every time I go to the library I see books and cds that are on hold for you and it makes me smile.
I contemplate writing messages on the little slip of paper, but I never seem to have a pen with me.
Plus, that could be considered kind of creepy. : )
So, this is sort of an odd place to post news, but...um...I'm getting married. : )
so how is this new world without feces? (or at least, visible feces...)
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