17 June, 2009

so close...

last thursday at the airport:

mr. monkey: you know, i came up with the perfect job for you! perfect!

moi (very excited*): what is it?!

mr. monkey: i forgot.

bastard.


* because why make your own life decisions when you can have a perfectly useful boyfriend** or husband do it for you?

** the last 14 years of my life are brought to you courtesy of my crazy ex boyfriend terry who happened to have had lunch with a dental hygienist friend of his the day before we took a walk on the u of a campus, hence the brainwave, the application, the interview and the two years of hell followed by 14 years of some very lucrative bloodbaths.

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