My mom is convinced I should work for Oprah. In the past 24 hours or so, she has sent me 7 emails imploring me to apply to work at Harpo studios in Chicago. She is under the (obviously inaccurate) impression that I'm qualified to be an Associate Producer for Oprah's talk show.
I just got this email from her:
"HMMM....I can already see you working with Oprah. If you go on the website and don't put in a specific career and hit search all of the jobs will come up. I know you wouldn't have been able to figure that out...I am the only one that is smart enough to do that. Love ya"
What a wise-ass.
In other news, I'll never find a man if I keep farting. Dang. You know, of all the double standards I have to deal with, I think that is the most infuriating. Maybe I'll never earn an equal salary, but for the love of God, I hope I live to see the day when I can rip a little ass and not be judged for it.
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