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Showing posts with label who am I?. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

A look back at 2009

2009 was a successful year (although not quite as successful as hers: http://dooce.com/2009/12/30/2009-photos). I finished school, became an RN, and got a real job.

Here's my 2009, in pictures (minus anything related to school or work):

2009 in Pictures from Martha Rosenstein on Vimeo.

The song is "Around the Bend" by Asteroids Galaxy Tour
Most of the pictures are mine...although I stole a few off the internet...if they're yours...thanks!!

Monday, August 10, 2009

letters

Dear People Who Smoke In Their Cars -

I respect your right to do whatever the hell you want. BUT if you don't want smoke in your car...chances are that I probably don't either. Hanging your cigarette out your window at the red light causes MY car to fill with the smoke you do not want in yours.

Thank you for your time (even though I know you do not care),
Martha

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Dear Man on "Millionare Matchmaker" Who's 48 and Refuses to Date Anyone Over 28,

GROSS! You keep saying you want to settle down and have kids. But you're 48, you have to find a girl who is pretty much ready to get married and have kids...yesterday. Any girl who lives in LA between the ages of 26 and 28 who has those aspirations...probably already married, and probably already has kids. Maybe you should have thought about that 20 years ago instead of being so wrapped up in making millions. Also, stop being so picky and sabotaging all your dates.

That is all,
A grossed out 20-something

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Dear Leg Muscles,

Why do you continue to be so weak? I lung and squat and run and you hurt every time I do it! What the heck?

Ouch,
Me
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Dear Daytime Television,

Stop sucking.

- An Unemployed Couch Potato

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Dear Facebook,

Please stop giving me an excuse to sit on the couch and watch TV. Do I really need to be that connected.

Seriously....

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Dear Job,

Please start sooner than Sept. 14. I need you.

-A girl who is tired of owing people money

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Dear Dinner,

Please cook yourself tonight.

Thank you.