I started this blog that officially only two people know about including myself. I won't be cooking my way through Julia Child's French cookbook or superimposing an obviously callous penis by Britney Spear's mouth but I mean, it's a start.
My mother today at dinner (dinner is already a significant part of the story because my mother never cooks/eats with me) was trying to persuade me to go into engineering or pharmacy (which is probably why she took me out to dinner) when she knows I'd like no part in any of that scientific-mathematical-confusing-as-hell-and-also-completely-impersonal crap. When she asked me what I was going to be she shot down all of my fantastic ideas such as: trophy wife, columnist, economics-something-or-other, sales-something-or-other, and eyebrow technician (good call on that last one, Mom).
So apparently, I am very bored. And I have no skills or talent to speak of, but I do like dogs. Which is exactly why I'd make such a good trophy wife.
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