Neglectful, I am
Life has been sucked away over the past couple of weeks, taken up with interview preparation, doctor's appointments, manuscript revisions (accepted now! Booyeah.) and of course social events (for some reason, there has been an increase in karaoke activity). As such, I have not blogged.
But never fear!
I am not dead.
Although I may be in a couple of days.
I'm off to Edmonton now, quaking in my boots. Will I be a total tard? Will I embarass Lynne? I hope not. Damnit, I'm going to have to find SOMEONE to employ me. I'm 31 years old for Christ sake! Time to get me a job.
But never fear!
I am not dead.
Although I may be in a couple of days.
I'm off to Edmonton now, quaking in my boots. Will I be a total tard? Will I embarass Lynne? I hope not. Damnit, I'm going to have to find SOMEONE to employ me. I'm 31 years old for Christ sake! Time to get me a job.
posted by Anderson at 8:04 AM
3 Comments:
Jobs are overrated.
Unless they get you to Canada. And then they are great.
Because it means I get to meet people like you.
Sending you the V-day love.
Embarrass ME? Seriously?
I'm the person who:
-once threw up on the TTC
-is known for a baseball-related fart
-once stuck a plunger to my ass in a bar
-rivals Aimee for loudness
Sweetheart, you couldn't possibly embarrass me. Especially while you're wearing a suit.
Good luck! I'm sure it will be great.
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