Green Acres

I forgot my password for this blog, so I've been unable to post anything for a long time.
But, during my little hiatus, I've decided I want to be a farmer. Maybe grow flowers and have beehives and a truffle pig. I'm sure my parents will be thrilled with my new-found career choice, but I still think shoveling manure beats photo-copying and kissing ass.
So, while everyone else will be gaining valuable job-skills and putting away money for their pension plans, I will be wearing overalls and milking cows. Think of it this way, instead of gifts you all really want for Christmas, you'll be recieving Buff-Orpington hens
and jars of homemade jam.