So, yesterday a 24 year old at work said she thought I was "[her] age." She was surprised I was 33. Heh. I told her it was just because I act so immature all the time. She said no, I just look really young.
I KNOW I don't look 24. I look 33. But still, she's my new BFF.
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.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
Date Dave
Yes, I know. I haven't blogged in a million years. I'll start again. Someday. But for now, this is AWESOME:
http://www.datedavid.org/
Come on, Ladies, fill out an application. You know you want to. Except you, Mom. You're still married. And I do NOT want to have to call David Daddy.
http://www.datedavid.org/
Come on, Ladies, fill out an application. You know you want to. Except you, Mom. You're still married. And I do NOT want to have to call David Daddy.
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