Sky's the limit
Forget that Tastylicious stuff! I'm not gonna lie, I'm over it. Well, not completely over it. I mean, I am still a woman. Let's just say that I'm moving that aside for now. I have new aspirations, see. "Sky's the limit," my dad used to always tell me, "sky's the limit."
I was thinking about this today, what with all the final exams being over and whatnot. I got to thinking of how I'm not gonna let anyone tell me that I can't be a magician just because I have female parts. I'm not gonna let anyone limit me to being a secretary or a teacher or a lunch lady or a nurse! And this goes the other way, too. My friend (who has male parts) wants to be a wet nurse one day, and dangit he should be allowed to do it if he wants to!
Let me step off my soap box now and tell you about my day. It started with a nice long nap after my stretching and breakfast. When I awoke (because of the musical stylings of Giselle a.k.a. Young Geezy fo Sheezy), I was surprised to find that my shorts were down at my sleepy ankles. I'm not suggesting anything, but let's just say I now have grounds to suspect several things. I'm not going to get into that right now. Lunch was a treat (as per us[ual]). Then I went to work my calves and shoulders at Drayson. Where, by the way, I ran into one of my old (but good, not great) friends from high school.
Shower, nap, cross-bow practice, dinner, blah blah blah. And now I'm here. Searching on Google.com (link here) for magic camps in the tri-county area.
"Sky's the limit, anak." I can still hear my dad's voice saying these inspirational words in between crunches of his Honey Bunches of Oats.
To all my readers, an apologie.
To those who've been so patient with me, I say grazie and also salamat. Those, by the way, come from the two languages of my ancestors. You have of course noticed that I haven't been posting for quite some time. Well, tough. You'll just have to wait. Or you can read my other blog, which I've been filling with posts about boring old school.
But you know I can't leave you all with nothing for weeks on end. I'm cruel to pigeons, but not to my readers. So I present to you this gift. Enjoy!
My name is Jennifer. I like to dance.
Here's a little something to get your morning started off right.
Don't forget to watch The Soup on E!, Fridays at 10/9 central.
A classic
Does anyone want to hear a joke? Did I hear a yes? Well, I actually have three: two short ones and a long one. Joke joke joooooooooooooooooooooooke!
