I actually have things going on, people. Real, actual TOPICS to discuss. Stuff, and everything. It could be truly great. But we'll never know, because every time I sit my ass down at this computer, suddenly blogging about all this things and topics and stuff is really not the thing I want to do.
I know. I'm sorry. Why do you even come here anyway?
Ok, ok. Here's something. One week from today, I will rejoin the realm of people who leave their house to go places other than the grocery store and - get this! - earn paychecks for it.
Discuss.
About bloody time you posted something else, even if it's short! My good lord woman! But anyway, I'm proud of you sis, you'll do awesome at this job and you know it.
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AAAHHHH! I'm scared for you. No, I guess not, I'm happy for you? I know you were thinking about this and wanted to do it, but I just cant' imagine doing it myself. I did for a while and it sucked the big one. Hope you have a WAY better experience than I did. Love to hear more details, but perhaps you should try to avoid the dooceage.
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