anything goes
I haven't updated in an eternity.
In case you're interested, here's what's going on in my life.
I work in Gulf Breeze now, and I'm bringing home major cheese. (Taylor R.- flashback to n*sync's "Celebrity"). Now I average at $12 an hour thanks to my insane typing skills. It's pretty boring, but I get to sit and have a drink so I'm happy. BST done right by me. Never thought typing skills would be this handy.
This hurricane didn't kill my house like the last one did. I think God got fed up with my fervent prayers of "Oh God please don't let my house become an open-air planetarium again oh please oh please wet ceiling is too heavy and Blake may not feel like lugging it out of my house again" so he just spared the house this time :-).
France was great. I take back all the bad things I said about French people in the past. They're not bad--they just do what they want, and I respect that. Sass is my universal language. And even the old people are all smoochy and romantic in public. I'm gonna be one of those old French women one day--wearing scandalous clothing and a pretty hat and no bra and loving my life. Some old men at the Pont du Gard serenaded me--alas, I don't speak French, so I have no idea what they were saying. They really could sing, though! I love my life. And I love old men.
Chloe recently told me that female pimps are called Madames. I'm changing career paths. Oh, but I'm pimping men, just so we're clear on the subject.
Pictures of France to come. Viva la revolution!
In case you're interested, here's what's going on in my life.
I work in Gulf Breeze now, and I'm bringing home major cheese. (Taylor R.- flashback to n*sync's "Celebrity"). Now I average at $12 an hour thanks to my insane typing skills. It's pretty boring, but I get to sit and have a drink so I'm happy. BST done right by me. Never thought typing skills would be this handy.
This hurricane didn't kill my house like the last one did. I think God got fed up with my fervent prayers of "Oh God please don't let my house become an open-air planetarium again oh please oh please wet ceiling is too heavy and Blake may not feel like lugging it out of my house again" so he just spared the house this time :-).
France was great. I take back all the bad things I said about French people in the past. They're not bad--they just do what they want, and I respect that. Sass is my universal language. And even the old people are all smoochy and romantic in public. I'm gonna be one of those old French women one day--wearing scandalous clothing and a pretty hat and no bra and loving my life. Some old men at the Pont du Gard serenaded me--alas, I don't speak French, so I have no idea what they were saying. They really could sing, though! I love my life. And I love old men.
Chloe recently told me that female pimps are called Madames. I'm changing career paths. Oh, but I'm pimping men, just so we're clear on the subject.
Pictures of France to come. Viva la revolution!