On the eve of my 39th birthday, I'm feeling a little blue and out of sorts. I should be happy. My parents crafted me a beautiful cornhole set and my mom made me a Red Velvet doll cake this year (photo to follow soon). I even made good progress on my Econ project.
I still feel poopy so I thought playing some games on MSN would cheer me up. So I tried to sign up and I had to finally give up and pick one of their suggested nicknames: WreckedAlmond.
What does that say about me? I'm a Nut, obviously. And I'm Wrecked. Tell me something I don't already know. Blah. At least I'm not 40.
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Yeah, tell me about it. 40 sucks. I'm a little scared to ask about the cornhole set, especially since it came from your parents.
But don't feel bad. You're beautiful, fun, immensely intelligent, and the world's greatest hostess.
You know what sucks worse than age, though? Work. I just got back from vacation and dread the return to being a productive member of society.
So, you're a wrecked almond. Well really, how bad is it? I mean, almonds get better when they're toasted, how absolutely fantastic must they be when they're wrecked? If they're anything like you, pretty damned fantastic!
BTW, I talked to some current BG student interns yesterday. One particularly cute, overtly feminist, opinionated, motivated girl almost became a panda. She said when she visited first, there was a gal in the house with an ani difranco poster. Now I'm not an ani fan (you'd think I would be, but it just doesn't work), but I still think it's cool that the panda gals are the kind who display ani posters in their rooms. And, remember, you started that and set the tone. For me, and lots of gals after me. Not bad for a wrecked almond.
Your name should have been "Grad School Goddess". Happy birthday! xoxo
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