My 39th birthday is coming very soon, friends. I’m preparing with a simple list of resolutions, and lots of drinking. It’s never to late to better/pickle yourself.
Here is my list of resolutions for my last year as a 30-something:
Stop trying to bait Lindsay Lohan with my blog posts. I need to accept that she probably won’t ever be my friend, no matter how much she needs me.
Stop getting angry when people use too many internet abbreviations.
Give up wine for a while. JK! LOL! ROFLMAO! FML!
Wash my bras more often.
Stop telling people about my hemorrhoid surgery. Apparently that’s not appropriate small talk.
Clean up my language. A woman my age should not be using words/phrases like buttload, crapload, shitload, shit-ton, turd* monkey, turd jerky, turd knocker, fart knocker, toot knocker, douche nozzle, douche monkey, sir toots-a-lot, sir farty car, professor fart face, monkey butt, monkey bottomus, poopie pants, butthead, butthole, butt puppet, butt nugget, turd nugget, turd waffle, or butt waffle. I call myself a writer for shit’s sake. I really need to rethink my vocabulary.
I think it’s obvious that I’m ready to take 39 by the gnards. Bring it!
*For those of you who are aware of my long-standing issue with the word turd not being spelled terd, you’ll be glad to know that I’m working past it.
Scapegoats and Sacred Cows 
FUCK yo vocab resolution, ‘nilla!
–41 and lovin’ it.
Awww yeahhhhh….
Your forgot douche canoe, one of my personal favorites.
Oh, that’s a good one!
love the vocab. my husband says I have as many words for fart as eskimos do for snow. I am proud of that. and I am 40.
That is something to be proud of, friend. It takes tenacity to collect that many words for fart.
You’re so entertaining 🙂
Thanks, friend.