tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47553203537925694772012-02-16T03:26:51.062-06:00Lovably neurotic, worrywart extraordinaire. Currently going through a narcissistic phase. (Obviously.)Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14268651366068625682noreply@blogger.comBlogger591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755320353792569477.post-53934291846421663152011-08-01T22:28:00.006-05:002011-08-01T23:20:16.021-05:00

Oh, hello blog, it's been a while.I bet you've missed me. Probably wondered what happened to me? Well, probably not really, because I still use you to stalk all those other blogs I started reading. Yeah, I fell off the blogwagon, because a) I'm not getting paid for this like all those other fantastic fancy blogs that I read, and b) this girl's got a busy life doing things that get do pay me. Oh

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You know what blows? Growing up. (When I answer my own questions, it should denote frustration.)So, here's the big news: I'm finishing my VISTA in mere hours. It's been a whole year since I moved to this crazy-rat-race-city (O.K. not so much rat-racy. I keep reminding people, if your tires are rolling you're not really stuck in traffic) after 7.5 years of living in college towns. I have friends.

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And it's taking every bit of my will power not to buy them out completely.The first week of November makes me a little sad.Mostly because I love Halloween like a fat kid loves...well, Halloween candy. (Bet you didn't see that simile coming.) My mom made me the most stellar costumes when I was growing up. I was Maid Marion, complete with beautiful pink cape and candy-basket-of-wildflowers. I was a

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So, when you've been AWOL for 4 months do you just jump right back into things? I've always been a toe-in-the-water-first kind of girl. Test it out. See how it feels before you commit to the whole diving-head-first thing. Occasionally I've wanted to be the dive-head-first type, but I'm beginning to reconcile that isn't ever going to be me. I'm cautious. I'm hesitant. I read Cnet for months before

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What did you do this weekend?I went on a date with my dad. It was awesome. We saw this:If you can't tell, that's Carole King and James Taylor. It was A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. My generation's music just doesn't hold a candle to this stuff.More on this later, when I figure out how to upload videos (suggestions/tips welcome). M will be here any minute! Love middle of the week visits.

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Yesterday I spent the whole entire day inside. Not in a depressed-vampire-weirdo sort of way, but in a I-need-to-recharge-and-no-contact-with-the-outside-world-sounds-good sort of way. I planted myself on the couch and relaxed all day long. I watched lots of bad (and by bad I mean excellent) TV and ate popcorn. It was fabulous. Sundays are supposed to be for rest, right? Recharge days like

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I feel like I owe the entire Middle Tennessee region a giant apology for my post on rain. In case you haven't been watching the news much of my city looks like this:(photo credit: tennessean.com)It's really f'ing scary.Yesterday I went downtown with my friend to party with the Parrotheads before the Jimmy Buffett concert. Then the tornado sirens went off. Let me tell you, for someone who did not

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So I got this:And it totally kicked my ass tonight. Mostly I'm a work-out-so-I-can-eat kind of girl. Sometimes I'm a work-out-so-I-can-brag kind of girl. On rare occasion I'm a work-out-so-I-won't-hit-someone kind of girl. At the moment, I'm a ohmygawdsummerbathingsuitkillme kind of girl. After day 1 of the shred, I'm feeling it. I must be in bad shape, because it was brutal. I'm pretty sure I'm

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Having lived in a valley for the last 7 years or so, I have come to hate rain. It never just showers for a couple of hours when you live in a valley. Nope, too easy. In a valley, the sky turns gray for a few hours, then it starts to sprinkle. The sprinkle turns into a full fledged downpour. The downpour turns into a miserable mist/intermittent drizzle that lasts for days. Days. Simply? It sucks.

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I had this resolution that I was going to slow down in my daily life. Take stock in each moment and pay attention as time goes by. I fully intended to take time out and write more frequently.Now it's almost May--beats me how the hell that happened. And the last time I posted was 16 days ago. This is unacceptable. I'm having a little 'nothing interesting to report' writers block. That probably

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Author's note: This is a story as old as The Hills (you know, the t.v. show?). We've all seen it before. But, Saturday night I was sitting all alone & had no one to enjoy the train wreck with me. So here it is in all its gory glory. With a little artistic license, of course. Pardon the puns, I assure you, I come by my sense of humor honestly. I'm going to tell a sweet little story about a

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I'm not going to say I'm the worlds greatest driver. I have my share of, "oops, didn't see you there" moments. My bumper has a couple of war wounds from losing battles with walls. In addition, although this tends to be a bad combination, I get a little aggressive in traffic. I usually limit my frustrated reaction to the inside of my car.All that being said, I'm a fairly conscientious driver. I

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Let's talk about blogslackingI kind of love the way I can make a new word out of anything if I just put "blog" before or after it.I was just trying to type up a bunch of examples, but my brain is mushy at the moment. So I'll go on to say that I slacked off last week. I didn't even read any of my regular blogs because I felt guilty opening up my dashboard knowing I had no intention to add

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This should probably be two separate posts, but I don't feel like splitting it up. Whatever, I do what I want. Now now, don't get all riled up. I'm not turning into some self-involved little pain-in-the-rear, though I have my moments. This is really just a post to say: I have a hard time understanding others when they don't think or act the way I do. Not that I expect them to act exactly the way

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I am an Olympics junkie. If I could do nothing for two weeks but watch the Olympics, I would. Summer, Winter, it really doesn't matter to me. I like the sport of it all. I like the idea of the world coming together to compete in a friendly way. I like to watch the medal count. But, I follow the Olympics in my own quirky way. Because, let's face it, that's how I roll.In no particular order, some

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(photo credit: amspartner.com)So, I got my food stamps after all.I have no idea how this happened. Today when I checked my mailbox there was my EBT card along with a letter telling me how much I qualified for and that it would be deposited in my account on the 10th of every month. I'm going to run with it. I was pumped. Mostly because I was on my way to the grocery store at that very moment. I

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How could I forget to post this picture?Many thanks to M for getting the shot just in time as we flew by this billboard on the highway.

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I went out of town over the weekend and I was struck by this question: What is it about free stuff? You know when you get home you're going to sit there thinking, "what the hell am I going to do with all this crap." But, in the moment all you can think is, "OH-MY-GAWD-GET-OUT-OF-MY-WAY-I-NEED-MORE-OF-THAT."And that is how I ended up with all these beads: Disclaimer: no nudity was required to earn

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(my new least favorite place, photo credit: wkrn.com)Two and a half months ago I began my year as an AmeriCorps VISTA, a Volunteer In Service To America. (If you're confused--think domestic PeaceCorps). I really planned on writing more about this experience, but to be honest, it's been fairly uneventful. Pretty much your run of the mill 40-hour-a-week job. I'm just not getting paid much.Today was

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I just realized that my little real estate on the web turned 6 months old this week!I'm good at getting excited about something...following up for a couple of weeks...and then jumping off the train (basically how it goes when I decide to work out), so this is pretty much an accomplishment. Unlike how I feel after 6 months (or 3) of working out, I'm not inclined to say "Job Well Done" (

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So last night my mom called me and told me we are supposed to get 8 inches of snow starting tonight.I'm sorry, I think I miss heard you. It sounded like you said it's supposed to snow EIGHT INCHES in MIDDLE TENNESSEE starting Thursday night. And I have no bread.And bad eggs (cough cough...they don't smell, I just know they're bad, ok?) And NOTHING with ANY nutritional value, so I'll die of scurvy

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M has a gig tonight. He called me on his way out the door & I told him that he could call back later because I would probably be up for a little while. Then I looked at the clock and...dear-god-it's-only-seven-fifteen-how-early-is-not-pathetic-early-to-go-to-bed-when-you're-twenty-five?I feel like it's been three weeks since Monday. I can't really pinpoint when this week took a sharp turn towards

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I walked out of work today and almost drove 2.5 hours (only to have to drive it BACK the next morning) for a hug. Yep. One hug.Because sometimes you just need one to set the world back on it's axis. Even though I'm fine on my own. Seriously. Even though I know it'll all be fine, because I'll work it out.My awesome college roommate got married young. Verrrry young by some counts, particularly the

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It was 15 degrees when I left for work this morning. Listen, Mother Nature, none of us here in the mid-south are equipped to deal with below freezing temperatures for a week. Here are some things that it's too cold to do & the times that I did them--because I think it's too far past the holidays to write a drawn out description:Wait for a table for an hour while sitting next to the front door

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Note to self: Slow down. The older I get, the faster the earth spins. Hours are busier, days shorter, years pass by in a blink. This time last year I was:Walking away from graduation with my masters degree, thinking about all the wonderful jobs I would have to turn down when I accepted the perfect one (ha, ha, HA). Thinking about how I would pay for two more months in my apartment until my least

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My house is a wreck. I've been working on Christmas presents so there's stuff EVERYWHERE. Balls of yarn piled up in a bag by the couch, pens, paint and paper spread out on the coffee table, clothes from the last three weekends I've spent out of town all over the floor, etc. It looks like a tornado ripped through my lovely, neat apartment (see last weeks pictures)-- albeit a festive tornado.

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Things I love:Thanksgiving. It always makes me happy no matter where I am. I like to cook and eat and spend time with people who love each other.Christmas Lights. Both professional and amateur displays, electric and wax. My lights and tree are up, candles are everywhere. This is my favorite part of the season.Snow! Which is forecast for Thursday morning. Just flurries, but I'll take it.Things I

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This was the first full weekend I spent in town, so I decided to go to church this morning. Now, I'm not a bible thumper. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty sure there are 6 year olds better versed in the bible than me, but I like to go to church. I enjoy the hour or so of reflection on a Sunday morning, before a busy week. It's been a while since I've been travelling over the weekends and Sundays

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Nope, not how much money I'm making (I wish!). I'm currently 30,000 feet above the ground typing this blog from the airplane as I fly home from the ATL. I'm blogging on a plane because I can and I think it's cool.I have never been so excited to sleep in my own bed. I went through lots of training this weekend to begin my Year of National Service. Today I swore to protect and defend the

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On a lighter note, I had a very interesting cultural experience this weekend.Have you ever been to a baptism that got broken up by the cops? Because I have. Have you ever been to a baptism that looked like this:Because I have. Would you believe that this was a baptism for 1 year old twin girls?Here they are in all their cake-eating glory:My aunt is really involved with the Mexican community in

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This is a pretty common topic for me. If I could make a living off of worry, I'd be a bajillionaire That's somewhere between a quadrillion and a umptillion, if you were wondering. I'm in a strange lull of my own stress and am currently worried about others who are feeling that elephant on their chest. It should be easier for me to recognize it in others, but I seem to have a hard time. So tell me

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1. Accomplished. The silent auction that I helped to put together (read: walked into in a sorry state and cold called my way to success) raised $5,500+ at our fundraising event last weekend! With matching funds that is over $11,000. And my boss was thrilled. Here's just a little aside for me to say: GO ME :)2. Nostalgic. This weekend is probably the last time I'll spend time in the house I grew

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Tonight I learned that if you call AAA to check on your service request, and they have lost your service request, they will flag your call as "urgent" and you will have an agent at your car in 10 minutes or less.Ok, so maybe I locked my keys in my car tonight as I ran a quick errand for work. That errand, which could have taken 5 minutes, resulted in me sitting alone at an indoor/outdoor bar at a

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Beautiful kaleidoscope leaves in the Smokies through the sunroofWhy the last picture was taken from the sunroof (traffic through the smokies) Still some green left. M checking out the view from Clingman's Dome. M and the Clingman's Dome tower that we walked a half mile to from the parking lot. I made it too, but just barely, so I'll spare you the pictures of me after the "hike." Rest assured

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Tonight there was way to much competition for my attention in terms of Halloween TV. I had to pick between Hocus Pocus, some real scary movie (like Halloween XVII) or It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown. Of course, when I saw that last one, it wasn't even a contest.I love the Charlie Brown specials, all of them. Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown is obviously a classic. But, the Great Pumpkin is my

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I tend to think setting goals is somewhat cliche. Let me preface that by saying: I know a lot of people do it, and a lot of people do achieve the goals they set for themselves. M's dad told me that he set a goal to be a millionaire by the time he was 30, and he did it! I'm not trying to take away from that. But for me, goals tend to be more stressful than empowering. I tend to be paralyzed by

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P.S. I got invited to a party here in my new town! I wasn't around to go to it (bummer) but the point is, I had an invite! After 5 days of living here. Maybe I'll make friends more quickly than I thought :)

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Sometimes you have to defend The South as a whole. Sometimes you have to spend time convincing others that not everyone here is as ass-backward as the movies make them out to be.Other times you just have to laugh, because all stereotypes come from somewhere. Like this winner:I made my aunt wait outside the grocery store for this guy to walk outside so I could get a picture. Yep, that's a guy. I

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If the adage, "home is where the heart is," is true, I'm a long way from home. And probably a bit scattered. Some of my heart is up with my mom and dad, some is in Bburg with my brother, some is in Boston with my friends from college, some is in Kville with my friends there, and a big huge piece of my heart is back with M. I've officially moved 175 miles away, as of this morning. Yeah that

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Part II of the trip morphed from my birthday to being in town to help M's mom celebrate her birthday. She's so kind to me, and loves to see her son, obviously. I was excited to spend part of the weekend visiting with her, too!Sunday 9am: We wake up, drag ourselves out of bed and pack up. The valets bring the car around (doesn't that make us sound rich?) and we're on our way. We've decided to take

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Here's a recap of my crazy, 1,300-mile, spoiled-girl, weekend. We got back Tuesday. But like everything else in my life, I've been procrastinating. Better late than never? (Maybe that should be the title of my blog. Sidebar: It is very very very conflicting to be both a type-A, high anxiety person, and a professional-level procrastinator.)Friday morning, 8am: Get up to run errands: Bank & Walmart

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I turn 25 in two days and I have a birthday present request.If you graduated from high school the same year as me, please do not have a baby.I am so so so not ready for my peers to be having babies. COME ON. Not only are we in the prime of our lives, ready to experience and do and meet and go out and have fun, but for Christ's sake(!) we're in the middle of a horrific financial depression! Are

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14268651366068625682noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755320353792569477.post-22632764371186774452009-09-15T09:35:00.006-05:002009-09-15T15:58:23.222-05:00

Update: I am not nearly as positive now (at 4:55 pm) as I was when I wrote this this morning. I found out some things about the space that are less than appealing. (Take for instance that the "studio apartment" is a room with a bathroom--ugh.) Luckily I have my dad to keep me somewhat stable. Trying to picture it as a cheap hotel until I find something that will work better. General sentiment now

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I'm sure there are a million 9/11 remembrance blogs getting posted today. I'm also sure there are a million blogs getting posted today that have nothing to do with September 11th, 2001. I'm not one to think this is a wholly terrible thing. I think that it has been 8 years. I think that a lot of healing has gone on for those who can heal. There are those whose lives have been left with a hole that

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I am a football girl. My dad wouldn't have it any other way. I LOVE college football. I LOVE fall. I LOVE chili cookoffs & hot cider and jeering and cheering and wearing ORANGE for both of my teams!I am pumped about the start of the season last night (although the games were not so impressive). I'm sure if you go/went to NC St. or SC you would disagree with me, but that game was just plain boring

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I'm getting worse about posting. It's amazing. The busier I get and the more I have to write about, the less I feel like I need to be writing. I don't feel lost like I was feeling. I don't feel alone. I can tell you it all stems from a moment over the weekend (really the past five days in general). But this one moment meant the world to me. When his family asked M when he was moving down there,

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14268651366068625682noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755320353792569477.post-77615171127913091592009-08-29T17:45:00.004-05:002009-08-29T17:50:40.709-05:00

I'm at the beach. It's incredible. I'm staying in a million dollar condo for four nights for free. I'm watching M do what he loves. I'm eating so much seafood mercury poisoning is a real possibility. This is the life.

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I'm back and refreshed. I said more than once over the weekend that when I top Afton mountain coming into Cville I feel like I can breathe again. I went to see Annemieke, and meet her boyfriend of 3 years who I haven't even spoken to on the phone. In a world where people complain about the lack of intimacy in relationships because of the internet, I am so thankful for facebook for making me feel

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This weekend I'm driving up to my old college stomping ground, Charlottesville, Va., to see my one of my very best friends, Mieke. My 1st year roommate & all around confidant is in the country for two weeks (she lives in Belgium now) and I was absolutely determined to see her! I'm beyond excited. I know we all have those relationships where distance and time really have no effect. This is one of

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Yesterday I drove to Nashville (and back) to look for a place to live. After 12 solid hours in the car, I was deliriously tired. Not to mention still apartment-less. My poor legs were so swollen, I had to take a nice bubble bath just to calm down my joints. M came over after work and brought Madea Goes to Jail (so funny! Tyler Perry is hilarious.), and a bottle of red wine. Yeah, he knows me.

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My counter says 9. That means 8 different people (one hit was me) have, at the very least, been here. I know that there are very popular blogs out there that get hundreds of hits a day, and comparatively this is nothing. I still feel strangely connected. I'm not writing about fashion or politics (rest assured I have a lot to say on these topics). I'm writing about me.I love Sundays for everything

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"When I am troubled and I can't sleep, I count my blessings instead of sheep. And I fall asleep counting my blessings"Bing Crosby was not a nice guy in real life, but I sure do love him in White Christmas. Most of my posts have come late at night. One of the reasons is I feel like writing should be a wind-down, recap activity. The other reason is that when I've got a lot going on in my head I

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I'm not a particularly jealous girlfriend. Yes, I get those pangs when other girls hover around M, but I really think they come from a different place. I worry from time to time that I'm not quite enough, that a better girl will come along and that will be it. This is a totally irrational worry (as most of mine are). Not because I'm the perfect girl (this is for SURE not true), but because he

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I love going to the grocery store at midnight. It's awesome. At my local Krog that's when they put out the fresh produce (Strawberries for 1.88!). There are no cutesy shopping-for-dinner-together couples who make me want to barf (even though I've been party to this). Also, I think that's when the nicest people work. Three people asked me if I need any help, and two offered to take my basket for

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I have been called an, "old soul." I have to say I take this as a great compliment. When I was working in child care, the "old soul" kids were always my favorite to be around. If you don't know what this means, picture a child who might not even be verbal yet, who, unlike the other kids (that claw and explore and get in spats with each other) sits and watches everything. This child is curious in

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14268651366068625682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755320353792569477.post-58803687687617841502009-08-08T11:49:00.004-05:002009-08-12T02:58:16.045-05:00

My anxiety level progressed to 100x worse than it was when I posted last. The night before last I slept maybe 3 solid hours without waking up & feeling like I was about to throw up/have a heart attack. Pretty dramatic, huh? The good news is last night I had plans to hang out with a friend and while I was laying on her couch I nearly nodded off a few times. When I got up to pick up my stuff and go

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If you've never been an anxious person, you probably have no idea how stressful situations can be all consuming. I am often told (while chuckling) that I need to calm down or relax. I hear, "you need to chill out," all the time. Ususally when someone says this to me I laugh it off with them. "You're right," I say, "I'm fine, just over thinking it." It's easy for me to put it off this way infront

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14268651366068625682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755320353792569477.post-3748469791311760352009-07-27T23:52:00.006-05:002009-08-10T17:27:22.852-05:00

It has recently been brought to my attention that I worry just like my mother. The title of this blog is really a tribute to this lovely personality quirk that I've picked up somewhere along the way. I worry about everything. And when I'm not worried about something, I worry that I've forgotten something, or that that something else is just on the horizon. I know this is a tedious, useless way to

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It feels like every conversation these days starts with this subject. I'll lay it out for you now. No, I don't have a job. Yes I recognize that having a job is necessary to be a productive member of society. Yes I understand that living off mom and dad like a parasite with nothing to show of it at this age is not healthy, especially because it entitles my mom to have too much input on my life to

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