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Jan. 17th, 2009 09:48 pmI swear to you this is the last meme I do for like. A week or something. Because this is getting stupid. Also no I'm not doing those true face meme things or whatever that's just...no. LJ's full of enough negative energy so fuck that. ( But this is tame so. )
Today was a surprise birthday party for my Uncle Greg's 50th. It was at my church's activity center, and it was a nice little event, complete with montage of embarrassing photos and a mini-roast by friends and family. Dad had the best story, though, because when my uncle was a boy, he was a real brat, and spankings or the usual form of punishment wouldn't work. He'd just clench his fist and growl. So my grandma found the only thing that would work is to put him in a girl's sundress with a giant tulip on it and make him parade around the front yard in front of all the passing cars until he had enough. Lmao.
There was also a lot a talk about my job prospects. Sigh. Or lack thereof, depending on which way you spun it. I really need to get my hands on that freelance contract guide, since that might be my only saving grace. Lots of greenbacks start being due November 2009, and me, unable to get a job. Probably the Metropark again in the summer, but after that's over, hhhhhhh. We'll see, I guess.
Oh, Chii--the Christmas card I sent you came back. You must have given me a bad address. :(
Speaking of mail, those of you in my contact list will be getting the most delightful Valentines cards I swear. They're glorious.
Today was a surprise birthday party for my Uncle Greg's 50th. It was at my church's activity center, and it was a nice little event, complete with montage of embarrassing photos and a mini-roast by friends and family. Dad had the best story, though, because when my uncle was a boy, he was a real brat, and spankings or the usual form of punishment wouldn't work. He'd just clench his fist and growl. So my grandma found the only thing that would work is to put him in a girl's sundress with a giant tulip on it and make him parade around the front yard in front of all the passing cars until he had enough. Lmao.
There was also a lot a talk about my job prospects. Sigh. Or lack thereof, depending on which way you spun it. I really need to get my hands on that freelance contract guide, since that might be my only saving grace. Lots of greenbacks start being due November 2009, and me, unable to get a job. Probably the Metropark again in the summer, but after that's over, hhhhhhh. We'll see, I guess.
Oh, Chii--the Christmas card I sent you came back. You must have given me a bad address. :(
Speaking of mail, those of you in my contact list will be getting the most delightful Valentines cards I swear. They're glorious.
