i feel like a grownup


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i signed the papers for the offer on my house.

i feel so grown up on the outside. but scared on the inside.


6 Responses to “i feel like a grownup”

  1. Anonymous colanderman 

    you are a grownup. You lead, you manage, you make big decisions financial and otherwise for yourself and other people...sounds like grownup to me. You have been for awhile its funny you just started feeling it.
    By the way the scared feeling never really goes away..

  2. Anonymous le sister 

    woo hoo! woo hoo!
    Ywah, this totally calls for the woo hoo song. And a party. Or two, or three, or four.

  3. Anonymous Kat 

    WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

    You're way more grownup than I am.

  4. Anonymous steelcowboy 

    Congrats! (Psstt... that being scared? It don't ever go 'way, like colanderman says...)

  5. Anonymous jd 

    haha. i almost commented on a post of yours from like...2004. not really sure how that happened. i think the comment ended with something like "got testicles?"

    it would have been hilarious.

    but yeah congrats on the new house...i'll be visiting soon to trash the shit out of it.

  6. Anonymous lara 

    is that THE jd above me?! hmmmm.

    there are several reasons this will never happen to me unless i marry:

    1. i will always be poor due to my line of work.
    2. my credit is total shit.
    3. i prefer to mooch off of others.

    :)

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.


I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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