Narcissistic musings, babblings and rants about New York, family, travel, the vagina, food, B-movies and everything else that pertains to life as experienced by a slightly nutty Brooklyn (for the moment) girl.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Kill me now
I have found two gray hairs in as many days. Life is no longer worth living. I am old. I am never going out again. I am staying home to become a Brooklyn spinster with her cats, her garden and her TiVo.
Can I wait until tomorrow to kill you, when I'll actually be *in* your garden with your TiVo and your cats?
ANYway, I have found at least a dozen new grey hairs since I moved up to Boston, and they're all very visibly around my face, so you got nothing on me. Of course, I am WAY older than you, so maybe you are worse off.... ;)
Whatever, you're fine. If worse comes to worse, make like Samantha and shave them off!
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Can I wait until tomorrow to kill you, when I'll actually be *in* your garden with your TiVo and your cats?
ANYway, I have found at least a dozen new grey hairs since I moved up to Boston, and they're all very visibly around my face, so you got nothing on me. Of course, I am WAY older than you, so maybe you are worse off.... ;)
Whatever, you're fine. If worse comes to worse, make like Samantha and shave them off!
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