|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|Tomorrow my sweet, cuddly bundle of joy will turn 18.
She goes to college now, and has a job where they seem to like her. She's thrifty with money and plans to vote Democrat. She's never had a drink of alcohol, smoked a joint, or gone past French kissing with a boy. She says she won't be having sex very soon, as I've made her sufficiently terrified of the penis.
My job is done.
Well, the Sony Corporation thought enough of my FICO score to send me a Platinum card on Saturday. Yeah. That's ALL I need! More fucking CREDIT CARDS! GAAAAAAAH!
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid
One Last Bitchfest for the Road
Get the Popcorn Ready
I'm a Rich Ho-Bag
|Marriage is love.|