All Grown Up
Good god. I have a business card now. A BUSINESS CARD. According to this small piece of cardboard, handily sized so as to fit in a wallet or pocket*, I AM A JOURNALIST.
All of a sudden I feel ridiculously grown up and mature.
I think I need to go out and get drunk in order to counter such feelings.
Who's with me?!
*And which bright spark came up with that idea, hmmm?
All of a sudden I feel ridiculously grown up and mature.
I think I need to go out and get drunk in order to counter such feelings.
Who's with me?!
*And which bright spark came up with that idea, hmmm?
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