the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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20:05 + 05.11.2007 = fodder.
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do you think President's Day in the President's family is celebrated like a Father's [or Mother's [[a boy can dream]]] Day? ...does it require gift-giving?
if so, i'd hate to be a president's child... i mean, i'm great at giving presents and all... it's just that between father's/mother's day, the birthday, christmas, easter, name day, and 1/4 of channukah... i'd be stretched a bit thin in terms of both money and ingenuity.
hmmm. i just realised that i never once considered being the president who would receive the many gifts. does that mean i've internalised my negativity?
[[no, no. that can't be it.]]
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co-worker/new parent 1: "i hate the sound of the metal on the sugar. it's my nails-on-the-chalkboard."
for me, styrofoam coming out of a box.
co-worker/new parent 2: "like the sounds of a screaming baby much through the night."
yeah, well... that's your come-uppance, innit.?"
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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