i'm a rowan tree

[cabcutie]

the other day i got this e-mail which told you what kind of tree you are based on your date of birth. i was a rowan tree, never heard of it, think it's fictional and magical, but i digress. based on my tree type, i was told to be both independent and dependent. i was like, what?! that doesn't even make sense! and then i realized, ohmygawd, i AM! see, back in college, i lived in the house o' hormones, which meant me and three other bitchy fem-bots. it was like they couldn't do anything alone.....go to the restroom, go get gas, go get groceries, go walk to the kitchen. all day long, it was, goooooooooooo wiiiiiiiiiith meeeeeeeeeeeeeee toooooooo the stooooooooooooooore, or buuuuuuuuuuut iiiiiiii dooooooooooon't waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaana gooooooooooo aloooooooone!!!! i would get so irritated that they all felt they couldn't do things without an escort....if you gotta get gas, get up and do it. don't make me go so i can sit in the hot car with the windows rolled up while you take your sweet-ass time pumping the fuel! they almost went looney the time i went to go see a movie by myself. it was like, um, what are you doing? are you mad?! a movie?! alone?!

fast-forward to today. not it's me telling my husband.....goooooooooooo wiiiiiiiiiiiiith meeeeeeeeeeee. what happened? when did i turn into the dependent whiner? is this normal? i'm annoying myself.