I Didn't Play With Barbies And Other Reasons I'm Not Cool

I didn't play with Barbies. Or any of those dolls that allow you to give them makeovers with play makeup or by cutting their hair. As a result, I'm cosmetically challenged and have suffered a series of bad haircuts. These are my confessions.

Monday, July 25, 2005

The Joys Of Being Unemployed

As many of you know, I was formerly employed at the local Chinese restaurant, also known as the reason Bobbie is an overwieght slob in need of heavy Richard Simmons cardio. While I do miss crab randgoon and lo mein noodles, being sans occupation has given me plenty of free time to enjoy being a young, single woman. Time to socialize. Time to live the life.
Time to freebase Reese's Peanut Butter cups and memorize the movie Get Over It starring Kirsten Dunst and Sisqo of "Thong Song" fame.
This is what I've become.
Anna and I finally ventured out of our respective houses to go to the mall and my demigod, fye. I bought O by Damien Rice and the movie Orange County.
Get Over It wasn't in stock. I checked.
Tomorrow, I'm getting a life.
Or maybe just a little crab randgoon.

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