It took me about four days to figure out Foursquare. Granted, I don’t have internet on my phone,
but… I think maybe I made it more difficult than it actually, you know, is.
Also, I’m only “two days away” (still don’t even know what that means) from being Mayor of the place I get my hair cut.
Current Mayor Steve M, I think maybe you spend too much time on your hurr.
Just sayin’.
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Whenever I think about going back to school as part of my search for More Gainful Employment, I never spend much time looking at practical things – things that would actually lead me in a More Gainfully Employed Direction. Instead, I concentrate on things I find “cool” or “interesting”… which is what I did with my first couple degrees, and the rest is history.
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Short hair? Maybe for you, Chelsea Hobbs (and who are you, anyway?)
When I look online for pictures of how I want my hair, the internet doesn’t seem to agree with me on what “short hair” means. Internet seems to think that “short” means “shoulder length.” No-no-no-no, sir. You are incorrect. After my hair is freshly cut, I can add nary a bobby pin to mine locks – there’s nothing to clip it to. THAT is short.
Also, when I do a Google Image search for “short spiky haircuts for women” I see pictures of David Boreanaz (that’s pictures, plural). No thanks, Uncle Google. I don’t plan on cruising the lesbian biker bars tonight.*
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If you ever think to yourself “Self, who is the most stubborn person on the planet?” and you hear a faint, echoing sound in response – Juuuuuuliiiiiiiie – yes, you are correct. It is I.
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Every time Lance Berkman hits a home run, I think to myself God Bless Texas.
*Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
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