07.29.05 :: 9:20 am
"Your problems are quite over. Sundaygirl is turning 30, so you don't have to."
And then some graphical nonsense in the vein of a Victorian lady on a unicycle or some shit.
Thirty. Thirty is gonna be good. No, great. Thirty is when my life starts soaring upwards like its got rocket boosters attached instead of stalling every couple of miles.
If this fragrance launch does well, my career is gonna blow up.
Fingers and toes, fingers and toes.