argh
Yes. I am out of college.Yes. I am in graduate school.
Yes. I rent an apartment.
Yes. I am nearly 23.
Do these things spell D-E-S-P-E-R-A-T-E?
No. I don't think so.
Today, my favorite student's mother says, "So, there's a guy in my neighborhood..."
Really. What am I suppose to say to that? I can take friends setting me up, but mothers of elementary piano students?
Help me.
7 Comments:
finally. it's a good thing i didn't give up checking your blog.
ditto ;)
Laughable...
However, if you ever end up being thirty and living with your parents and habitually wearing scrunchies, THEN we will start to worry... ;o)
23's young
However bad it gets, please always remember that it could be worse.
It could be people giving you cats under the assumption that because you are single, you want something to keep you warm at night. It could be gay friends having pity on you and dancing with you because no straight guys will. It could be you grandparents attempting to set you up with nice, young farmer boys.
Welcome to the big leagues.
Can I start calling you old maid now??? ;)
You need to post something new.
I think I'm going to start calling you red.
Happy Birthday Shannon. .. I missed wishing you a happy day on Sunday! I'll have to try next week, in the mean time, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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