Only five and a half months of not remembering my own damn password. Yessir, I'm using my money to the fullest!
So. Other stuff... books are still not out, but last I heard would be on or around my birthday (hah). Similarly, the last job I did with these guys, I should've been paid months ago, and yet they're probably going to try to saddle me with more work again in the coming weeks. Wonder if they'll realize just how foolish that is.
Also doesn't matter. In just under two months, I go back to school to learn how to be a pharmacy technician. For those of you who think this means I'll be your new pill-daddy, think again: considering I'm on medicated speed right now (after going the better part of four months off of it - hey, maybe that's why I forgot the password!), it'd be a good idea not to do something to jeopardize being able to ever get my own meds again, much less your recreational ones. That's not a stick lodged twixt my nether cheeks, it's me wanting to actually afford to have one of those "life" things I hear so much about.
Or, as yon RobotGirl inevitably summarizes everything as, "get some play". Take a bow, RG.
Now, another friend is in oddly similar circumstances. Forget that he's black, married, and a yuppie - he's tired of being a trophy husband, and going back to school himself. Props to him, props to me, and nevermind that we're both scared shitless. Dunno precisely what it is for him, but for me, it feels like I'm taking my lifelong dream of writing RPGs for a living, setting it up against a wall, and taking pot shots at it. No, it's not true, but that doesn't make it particularly fun or easy.
Coincidentally, my subscription to an MMO lapsed about a day and change ago, and like those little geeks you hear about, it's what I did to pass the time for the better part of the last couple years. Not sure if it was addiction, hobby, or attempting to maintain social life, but I've slapped down the pause button on it while I try to reorganize my life around the possibilities of 9-to-5s, HMOs, and meeting non-pixellated people whose opinions matter to me.
No, I'm not jonesing for being a lord of evilness and explosives. Really. Honest injun. No foolies. Scout's honor.
Hey, maybe I can sell the neighbor kids on the black market for some online swag...
So. Other stuff... books are still not out, but last I heard would be on or around my birthday (hah). Similarly, the last job I did with these guys, I should've been paid months ago, and yet they're probably going to try to saddle me with more work again in the coming weeks. Wonder if they'll realize just how foolish that is.
Also doesn't matter. In just under two months, I go back to school to learn how to be a pharmacy technician. For those of you who think this means I'll be your new pill-daddy, think again: considering I'm on medicated speed right now (after going the better part of four months off of it - hey, maybe that's why I forgot the password!), it'd be a good idea not to do something to jeopardize being able to ever get my own meds again, much less your recreational ones. That's not a stick lodged twixt my nether cheeks, it's me wanting to actually afford to have one of those "life" things I hear so much about.
Or, as yon RobotGirl inevitably summarizes everything as, "get some play". Take a bow, RG.
Now, another friend is in oddly similar circumstances. Forget that he's black, married, and a yuppie - he's tired of being a trophy husband, and going back to school himself. Props to him, props to me, and nevermind that we're both scared shitless. Dunno precisely what it is for him, but for me, it feels like I'm taking my lifelong dream of writing RPGs for a living, setting it up against a wall, and taking pot shots at it. No, it's not true, but that doesn't make it particularly fun or easy.
Coincidentally, my subscription to an MMO lapsed about a day and change ago, and like those little geeks you hear about, it's what I did to pass the time for the better part of the last couple years. Not sure if it was addiction, hobby, or attempting to maintain social life, but I've slapped down the pause button on it while I try to reorganize my life around the possibilities of 9-to-5s, HMOs, and meeting non-pixellated people whose opinions matter to me.
No, I'm not jonesing for being a lord of evilness and explosives. Really. Honest injun. No foolies. Scout's honor.
Hey, maybe I can sell the neighbor kids on the black market for some online swag...
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signon:
How could I get mad? It's something I worry about, too. I've been in the confidant role often enough to know how painful it is for a woman to find out the person she's involved with is only in it for T&A. This wouldn't be any different, and I try to be better than that.
lboogie:
well i just wanted to thank for clarifying and for being understanding. society doesn't always make it easy for different races to be togehter but as long as peoples motives are pure it's all good