Member since April, 2008
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If you were to throw up your hands in exasperation and yell "it's the story of my life," what would you be talking about?
I have no job.
I have no car.
I have no money.
I have no lover.
I have a roof over my head (for this month at least.)
I have daily contact with strangers (for example, bill collectors.)
I have a dependent (which happens to be a cat, which is fine.)
I have a future (unsure as to where it shall lead me, but I have one nonetheless.)
I have dreams (mostly pleasant, some obscure, very few forgettable.)
I have love (and if my love is anything like fine wine, allowing it to patiently sit and wait will only make it that much better for whoever drinks it.)
I have my health (but sometimes I struggle with my sanity. Don't judge, who hasn't?)
I have my humor (which tends to be like stinky cheese. Not everyone likes it, but for those who do, they REALLY like it.)
I have my education (and the loans and crappy FICA scores to prove it.)
And for the first time in my life I'm on my own, I'm scared out of my mind, and minus the occasional panic attack, I guess I don't really mind.
Besides SMITH, I read stories at:
I'm new to all this.
In bed I like to read:
Douglas Coupland, Chuck Palahniuk, and Augusten Burroughs.
My favorite story of all time is:
A tie between Choke by Palahniuk and All Families are Psychotic by Coupland.
Right now, I'm reading:
Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris.