Throughout the day I will be updating this post as I feel like it...
Ashlee Simpson will be "performing" "live" on SNL this weekend. I am very excited about this and you can bet I will be watching it.
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Signs You Are Getting Old:
You download a Phil Collins song to your iTunes. Yes, from his SOLO CAREER.
You buy underwear in a 7-pack. You haven't done this since you were in elementary school and even then, your mom did this for you. They're all white. You rationalize that is as your "gym underwear" and yet, you keep wearing it and oddly haven't gone to the gym once.
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My mother just called me at work in a really good mood. She had 2 questions for me: 1) what was my work e-mail address and 2) could Mike & come over for dinner sometime this weekend. Oh, and she had some agenda with Mike but promised that there was "no heavy lifting involved". I gave her my e-mail and said okay - but asked what's the deal with Mike. It "has something to do with computers." From what I could glean, either her landlord gave or the other tenant gave her a hand-me-down computer. This is a woman who has NEVER used a computer in her life. No e-mail, never researched anything, doesn't know what Google is. I told her that if she wants computer help, that I'm probably her best bet out of the 2 of us.
She went on to say that she tried to send me an e-mail and in the "To:" field she typed in "Jen". That was it....just "Jen". I guess she figured it would somehow find its way to me. "and then the computer just did something weird and now I can't get it back." I COMPLETELY LOST IT (sorry mom). I told her, "Mom, I gotta go - cuz 1) I gotta get back to work and 2) I gotta tell everyone about this."
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Conversation last night with Mike:
-Jen, I-iiiii saw my rent check on the table today....?
-Yeah? And?
-Think maybe you should mail that in sometime soon?
- I dunno. Think maybe you should mail it in sometime soon? Why is the flakey puff in this relationship in charge of mailing in the rent checks? I think that is the better question here. You know how hard it is for me to remember stuff when I'm getting ready for work - I can barely dress myself. You want that mailed? You PUT IT IN MY POCKETBOOK.
- Exactly what else are you in charge of around here?
-...........................................ummmmmm.............................[sound of crickets chirping].........THE CABLE! I'm in charge of the CABLE! And we even haven't had it turned off in a really long time! .....okay, sure, thanks to a little thing called "auto-deduct bill from checking account"! heh. But still! Progress! Yeah, and that way you can't see all the porn I'm ordering.
-Which ones?
-Um, Debbie Does Dallas.
-One or 2?
-One I think.
-How about Forth Worth?
-She did Fort Worth, too?
-I dunno. Yeah, um, could you mail it tomorrow please?
-FINE. GOD.
my dad once wrote me an email entirely in the subject line. it was awesome.
Posted by: fancypants | October 07, 2005 at 01:28 PM
I mean...
Posted by: Esmerelde | October 07, 2005 at 07:30 PM
I Love you girls
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Posted by: LeOgAhEr | June 01, 2007 at 11:44 AM