Why didn't I think of that?
Sep. 29th, 2007 07:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosPeople need to stop asking me where I go to college or if I'm a student when they see me reading a book as if there were no such thing as reading for pleasure. And to stop telling me I need a boyfriend as if I haven't figured that out already or like I'm trapped in the world's most boring heterosexual vide game and acquiring a straight available man who's attracted to me and whom I'm attracted to as well means I capture the magic sword and win the game. And to stop advising I get my book published as if I can just saunter next door to the cozy neighborhood publishing house with a big plate of Toll House cookies and my manuscript and make that happen today.
In a related vein, why the fuck did I take overtime again last night?
*sigh*
Also, hey, it's my birthday. How 'bout that? ;)
(Thanks for the birthday wishes, guys. I appreciate it bunches, especially after the night I had last night. Urgh.)
In a related vein, why the fuck did I take overtime again last night?
*sigh*
Also, hey, it's my birthday. How 'bout that? ;)
(Thanks for the birthday wishes, guys. I appreciate it bunches, especially after the night I had last night. Urgh.)
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Date: 2007-09-29 11:32 am (UTC)I know the feeling. A bunch of my old friends from school have babies now and every time I see them they're like 'oh, you need to find yourself a man' and it drives me mad. But admitting that you know that and it's not like you're single by choice is even worse, 'cause then you get all those smug, pitying looks. Gah!
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Date: 2007-09-29 12:16 pm (UTC)And come to think of it, why can't we just saunter next door to the cosy neighbourhood publishing house? I think we should be told.
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Date: 2007-09-29 01:25 pm (UTC)Happy Birthday!
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Date: 2007-09-29 02:31 pm (UTC)Wait, you mean it doesn't work like that?
Happy birthday!
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Date: 2007-09-29 02:33 pm (UTC)The lamb agrees.
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Date: 2007-09-29 02:39 pm (UTC)And screw Those People. It's not like anyone in college reads for pleasure, anyway.
happy freakin' birthday
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Date: 2007-09-29 02:52 pm (UTC)I find a lot of parallels between you and me. We both turned thirty this year (I did so in January - get it done and over with, I say), we're both very seriously considering going back to college, we both have people sticking their noses in our business, and neither one of us would kick Jensen Ackles out of bed.
I wish you luck as a thirty year old. S'not that bad, really. Like 29, only for some reason people take you more seriously. (And kids think you're officially old. But to heck with them.)