Archive for February 2009

An acquaintance just left his cushy job as a lawyer with a big firm (and a stable income, etc.) for the freedom of working for himself, of chasing his own dream and not the dream of The Man.

I’ve thought about having a fundraiser here on for my “get out of debt (that my worthless ex left me with when he found himself a new young honey but I still take partial responsibility for) ” fund so I could start over.

Would you contribute?

I’d probably make about a buck fifty and I could go back to grade school and buy a box of milk with it.

What does that have to do with being a man?

As I left on his blog: “I wish I was a man just so I could envy your balls.”

If I was out of debt, I’d buy myself a pair.

I also have to think that my sailor mouth would have been/would be better accepted. You know. If I didn’t have boobs and a uterus.

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