When Memes Attack!!

And we all know who to blame this one on. *looks meaningfully to the East Coast*


The Oracle


What was your job in a past life? (LOTS of results & Anime Pics)
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Now this one...well, I'm not going to post results either, but strictly for privacy reasons. Some of the answers were right, some of them I disagree with.

http://www.comclub.org/lj/fsquiz.php

And now I am STARVING! Must get breakfast.

A day off and what am I doing?

Stuffing my face with gummi bears while waiting for Doc to drive up here so I can subject him to Dave and Busters. Or is that subject Dave and Busters to him? On the positive side, I got the kitchen 7/8ths cleaned up, a load of laundry done and caught up on what few webcomics I've been neglecting since January. Dominic Deegan proved 0_0

Mmmmm. Gummi bears.

I suppose I SHOULD eat before he comes up, but I feel the need to be carefree and 23.

Yes, you heard me. Carefree and 23. As in "young professional just out of college with an ok job and no parental responsibilities."

But you're going to be 27 next month.

And your point is?

I got to thinking last night and ended up having a fairly deep conversation with Wolf while driving home. There are times when I feel like I cheated myself. In high school I had big dreams about college. Being out on my own, responsible only for me, finding like-minded people to hang out with, go to movies, maybe a party. I was NOT interested in drinking or carousing, but I did want to have a group of friends to go do stuff with.

Instead I went to community college, lived at home until I married my first husband and got pregnant the next summer.

Oops.

Marrying the ex was a mistake. I'll freely admit that. My son is not a mistake, but I must be honest with myself. I had him too young. I really wasn't ready for the responsibility. Now, some people may think having your first child just before you turn 22 is not "too young". It is when your emotional development is still hung up at about...16. I was a girl.

So now, 5 years and a ton of shit later, my emotional development has advanced to about 22-23. I've grown up, but I've skipped a stage. I didn't get to have the "hanging out with like-minded people" until now, when it's often very inconvenient. I don't go out for happy hour with my co-workers, mainly because no one is interested in having to drive me home. My weekends have become a mad rush of Fleet stuff and all the drama that goes along with the people I'm working with. Wolf is as disgusted with this as I am, but we made the commitment and we will see it through until May. After that, we may have to go on strike. No AR stuff, period. Limited Tiburon stuff.

It's funny, really. Two years ago Wolf and I had all the time in the world together and little money to do fun stuff. Now we have the money and we've allowed ourselves to get re-involved in Fleet, when we really should have known better. *sigh*

So, yeah.

I'm going to do go another load of laundry and confirm finances one more time. I have a date with a mech and a noob to blow up. *eville laugh*