*takes off man costume*
Actually, I'm not a woman, I'm a horse!
*takes off woman costume*
Actually, I'm not a horse, I'm a broom.
*takes off costume and drops on floor*
Yeah, so amateur hour at Match.com central. Somehow my profile changed to a 27-yr old woman seeking men. Even more so awkward, my buddy Ed's profile showed up in my search list. Even more so depressing, it was just Ed and one other dude that matched me :'-( The website refused to accept my repeated attempts to make myself a MAN!!!!! So, a "strongly" worded email to the customer care center made me a man again..........despite all the tissues on the floor :-/
You know what's the best part about working again? Besides having a reason to wake up everyday, having to actually care about your hygenie and appearance. Yup, when I first got laid off I just let it go and had my best attempt at an unemployment beard in like three weeks cause I just can't grow facial hair. So what?!? You wanna make sumfin of it?!?!?! Anywho, now I get the opportunity/burden of shaving every day or so. To most this wouldn't be a problem. However, the good Lord in all his grace decided that my beauty shall be a curse and no razor will ever fit my face. Its Rambo: First Blood Part 16 every morning. I just stare in the mirror and repeat "if you're going to send that many men then don't forget one thing.........a good supply of body bags........." And may God bless P-Diddy for making aftershave from the Devil's urine. I'm sure my Days Inn neighbors appreciate the blood-curling scream wake-up call. I know I appreciate them immediately knocking on the door b/c it wakes me from my unconsious state on the bathroom floor :-D
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