Why didn't I think of that?

People 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 other words, I have a GREAT gene pool.

The usual response I get when I tell people this is my thirtieth birthday:

"Oh, wow! I thought you were only twenty-two!"

And a conversation my mother had this week, as heard of from my dad:

Mom: "I've got a thirty-year-old daughter."
Other Person: "Oh, you do not!"
Mom: "Do too."
Other Person: "You can't!"
Mom: "Oh, I do."
Other Person: "You don't even look like you could have a thirty-year-old daughter."
Mom: "Okay, you're right, I don't." *points to my dad* "But he does."
Dad: "Hey!"

Also, I went grocery shopping today. Did you know that they make cookie dough Pop-Tarts now? I snapped those fuckers up so fast I'm lucky the box didn't get whiplash.