Old Lady Perfume

I hate the smell of old ladies. I don't know what it is; mothballs, sicky sweet perfume, old hairspray for their nasty gray hair that unravels down past their ass. God, I don't want to get old. I always used to think 50 would be old but now I look at my parents and think they are probably some of the coolest 55 year olds around. I don't want to get wrinkly skin. I don't want to have long, gray, nasty hair. I don't want to start to say things are too loud or that I want to eat dinner before it gets dark.

It's funny to think that when I'm old (20 years from now), talking about rap groups is going to be like our parents talking about classic rock, iPods will be relics and texting will be so outdated. For now, I will settle for not having to breathe gross old lady perfume...PLEASE!!!

Just put him to my voicemail....

This is a statement my boss loves to use when she doesn't want to talk to anyone during work. Really?? I'd rather take the phone call then return 10 phone messages anyday, but that's just me. Doesn't that just make more work for yourself?? Hmm...

I just got back the East coast from visiting my boyfriend. I also met his parents this weekend in Pennsylvania. I had a great time despite my worries before I went. His family is hilarious!! He has 6 brothers, 3 older and 3 younger. That makes for a big family dinner. His family is still in the same house since he was 2 so it was fun being there and knowing the history of his family.

I got lucky on my trip back and didn't get stuck in any bad weather even though I was stuck on I-70 to Denver for a hour on Thursday night going to the airport. Well, I'm about to get out of work so this was just a short note....