desiderata

So there's this kid Andrew in my office who I hate with a deadly passion. He loves Dubya and always has a story to "one up!" you. This is what happens when you stick me in the corporate world.

I found Andrew's picture in one of the breezeways and work and magic ensued. This is what I keep on my desk to show my everlasting hatred for the man. The penis is my pencil sharpener.

I start grad courses in two weeks. Two jobs, be responsible for another life and school? I know I have never fucking said this so call your mom, alert the press- I can't fucking do this.
I'm sure I'll be dropping out 3 weeks into it.

Pushing her out through my vag didn't confirm it. Thriving from my boob for a year didn't confirm it. I finally got the "Holy Shit, I'm a Mom!" confirmation last night when I opened up Eva's school bag and in it contained...Scholastic Book Fair order forms!