I turn 40 in ten weeks. Crap.
Start writing, buckoo!
Yes. Also, we are very pretty and can hold our liquor.
Verifiably true.
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I turn 40 in ten weeks. Crap.
Start writing, buckoo!
Yes. Also, we are very pretty and can hold our liquor.
Verifiably true.
{{JZ}} Sorry for the woes.
I want to publish a book. But I suppose I have to write one first. And I suppose I have to have an idea before that.
Point is, when she was talking about how great it is to talk about her shit and know that it's normal and stuff, I was thinking "But I don't need that! I have buffistas to validate my craxy!"
Yes! I think this every time someone suggests I go to talky therapy. And then I go to the bar.
I think I need more of a life-coach-type personage - someone to throw out suggestions and bounce shit off of and then kick my ass when I don't follow up. Except I have buffistae for that, too.
I TOTALLY want to open up a karaoke bar/lounge with regular Shakespeare discussions and beauty tips and massages with Daisy now. I think we would make one MEEEEELION dollars.
"But I don't need that! I have buffistas to validate my craxy!"
So true. If only y'all could write prescriptions.
Of course we would!! The pink girly sex shop can be out back!
I shall come there. There's no reason to expose you to Dallas.
Of course we would!! The pink girly sex shop can be out back!
Yes! And we would have a monthly fashion show for your creations.
And thank you for coming here, for I fear I would wilt like unto a delicate flower at the first breath of Texas heat.
If only we had a financier among our group...
If only we had a financier among our group...
If only. Oh, if only.
Signed, girl who knows exactly what she wants to be doing, but can't afford to walk away from the software gig to do it.
When I win the lottery I am totally financing Jilli's Goblin Market and Juliana and Daisy's super fun time party bar and sex toy emporium.
I turn 40 in ten weeks. Crap.Don't fret, Tom. I turn 40 in about 7 weeks. I'll lose before you do.