Pained
So Carrie decided to kick off the birthday weekend a little early and got boozed up last night. Now she's sitting here, head in her hands realizing that she's getting too fucking old for this. And by "this" I mean work. The drinking and partying, well you're never too old for that. Work on the other hand...
I just need to be a kept woman. End of story. If there are any wealthy men out there looking for a houseboy, send me an email.
posted by Carrie Broadshoulders at Thursday, March 30, 2006
4 Comments:
OMG, it's your birthday this weekend! You should have told me. You know that I wouldn't blow off your birthday dinner and then make you pay for your own cake.
love my april fool's baby!
even worse - it's my 30th birthday this weekend and last night i get home to a lovely piece of junk mail addressed to little ole me, but inside it says: dear senior citizen.
OUCH!
have a happy birthday weekend! i'll have a drink in your honor.
Thanks guys! All I can say is at least I'm not turning 30! ;)
Happy Birthday to you too Shivers. :)
boom! don't get new just cause i look younger than you.
warm fuzzies!
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