Thursday, November 10, 2005

marked for life

Right now I have black ink smeared all over the back of my hand. My short term memory is about as long as a pair of a Cowboys cheerleader's white hotpants. So when I have something I need to remember, instead of programming it into my celly or calendar like a normal human being, I bust out a big bad sharpie and write all over myself like a 5 year old. I am sure this is quite helpful in climbing the corporate ladder at my agency. "Look, she has notes all over herself, she must be really put together".

This reminds me of the time when I was in 9th grade and I read in my bible (Sassy magazine) about the straight edge movement. I thought I would be super cool and scrawled huge x's on the back of my hands determined to be " hardcore" while smoking in the back ally at school.... uhg


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