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Guess who is officially certified to serve alcohol in the city of Naperville?



That's right . . . This girl!
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How amazing is this going to look on my resume?

Gross

What's the last thing you want to find when you're folding your laundry?

Any guesses? . . .

Any guesses at all?

I'll give you a clue. It's an article of clothing . . . but it's not yours . . .

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That's right, someone else's sock*.




* I don't have a washer and dryer in the apartment I live in, so I do my laundry in the buildings laundry room. That sock could belong to anybody . . . although now it belongs to the garbage. I guess that's how socks go missing.

Who said it?

Let's play a game of "Who said it?"

I will give you one clue: It was said on a famous tv sitcom.

That should narrow it down a bit.

Here we go . . .

"You know what's weird? Donald Duck never wore pants, but whenever he's getting out of the shower, he always puts a towel around his waist. . . . I mean, what is that about?"

On that note, what the hell is this about?



Jon and Cadiz, you are not allowed to guess. Everyone else - Good Luck!

Mustache

November is all about two things in my book:

1.) Blogging

2.) Growing a mustache.

The first one is a matter of will power and determination. It requires sacrifice, hard work, and most importantly, the motivation to keep going when you think you have nothing left.

The second one . . . well . . . it's a little bit more simple.



Welcome to November everyone.

Jobs

In honor of the late and great Steve Jobs, I am writing this post on my iPad. Yes, I have an iPad. I've sort of been keeping it on the down low to avoid envy and hatred from my friends and loved ones. Was it a necessary purchase? No. Do I regret it? I'll let you know in 2 years when I'm still paying for it and 2 newer versions are available.

But this post isn't about my iPad. It's not about anything really. I just needed to get my creative juices flowing, I guess.

September 17th has come and gone, and it's been a tough adjustment. When your world revolves around one day for four months of your life, there's bound to be some adjusting, right? Sure, my life hasn't been affected nearly as much as my brothers or his WIFE'S, but I don't think people realize how much the roommate/ Best lady of honor can be affected. I mean, what is my purpose now? Where do I go from here? What will I think about all day?

I'm trying to find direction. Really I am. I started an improv class on September 27th. So far, after just two classes, it has been interesting, uncomfortable, exciting, fun and frustrating.

My entire life I've worked at being the kid that was too cool to participate, but you can't do that in a class that you voluntarily took and paid for.

I'm also trying to come up with enough money to take a writing class. It's at The Second City, which is like the Harvard of comedy schools. Donations are currently being accepted. Make checks payable to CASH.

So there you have it. A post written entirely from my iPad. Rest in Peace Steve Jobs. My only regret is that I did not get to purchase my first iPhone in your lifetime.

Question

I had the day off today, so naturally I spent the day making business cards for a friend that never asked me to, nor implied that she needed or wanted them. But I have my reasons, and they are personal.

When my brother got home, I showed him the business cards. After admitting to taking yet another trip to a store I've been frequenting lately, in order to make said business cards, he began to wonder how I could turn this problem into profit.

So my question is, how much would you pay? Keep in mind I'm fragile, and while I hope you're being honest in your answers, I'm not looking for honesty as much as I am compliments.









Sorry you can't read the fine print. I'm not an amateur photographer like my brother and his wife to be ( IN 15 DAYS!). So if you're interested, here's what it says.

top left:
Bowler.
Hostess.
Bad Ass.

lower left:
You want me.
Come find me.

Yeah, she's a bowler too. We're basically sisters from different misters . . . also, we don't have the same mother.

Humph

Sometimes you come across people you desperately want to punch in the face. Psychologists say you shouldn't hold in your emotions though, right?

I guess I'm going to have to punch some people in the face.