6 years later...
Look at me. Blogging again. Bringing it back.
A lot has changed in 6 years.
Moved to Little Rock, AR.... Moved back, Went to college... Finally graduated, got a grown up job... Got fired. You know. Typical life of me.
I have finally escaped the Alamance County lines, holding it down in good 'ol Greensboro, NC. Living it up with the boyfriend, 2 dogs, 2 cats, and 7 guinea pigs... Possibly another pup. That is another situation for another time.
You say 'Stephanie, how can you possibly keep all of these things alive when you killed the aloe plant after 7 years of forgetting about it?', to you I say, SHAME ON YOU. That doesn't count because Leelah's tail knocked it off Phil's table. Not my fault.
Living the dream of an unemployed ASCP certified medical laboratory technician is pretty great. I spend countless hours contemplating all of the things I need to get done and manage a few tasks a day. I play a lot of online bingo and make countless attempts to wash all of the laundry and put it away before the cats find it (these countless attempts are almost always fruitless.) I apply for lots of jobs that never call, sweep the floor obsessively, and check my LinkedIn profile multiple times a day just to make sure no one does SHIT on LinkedIn.
I have a psychiatrist now. I guess that's what you do when you grow up. I'm pretty sure I transitioned straight from pediatrician to psychiatrist. No one tells you these things. No one has ever given me an algebraic equation to find the square root of some invisible variable divided by 5, and also, no one has even taught me to do my own taxes. I guess that's what Americans do. Stand on our mighty cheeseburger high horses, teach our youth useless math, refuse to teach them sexual education a real life task applications, elect Donald Trump for president, criminalize the mentally ill, and force the chronically ill to suffer while we figure out how to tax the shit out of anything that would increase their quality of life by making it illegal. I'm talking about pot. Yes.
So, while all of you "real people" go out to your "real jobs" and do "real shit", I'm going to lock my cats in the attic so I can finally do some goddamn laundry.
A lot has changed in 6 years.
Moved to Little Rock, AR.... Moved back, Went to college... Finally graduated, got a grown up job... Got fired. You know. Typical life of me.
I have finally escaped the Alamance County lines, holding it down in good 'ol Greensboro, NC. Living it up with the boyfriend, 2 dogs, 2 cats, and 7 guinea pigs... Possibly another pup. That is another situation for another time.
You say 'Stephanie, how can you possibly keep all of these things alive when you killed the aloe plant after 7 years of forgetting about it?', to you I say, SHAME ON YOU. That doesn't count because Leelah's tail knocked it off Phil's table. Not my fault.
Living the dream of an unemployed ASCP certified medical laboratory technician is pretty great. I spend countless hours contemplating all of the things I need to get done and manage a few tasks a day. I play a lot of online bingo and make countless attempts to wash all of the laundry and put it away before the cats find it (these countless attempts are almost always fruitless.) I apply for lots of jobs that never call, sweep the floor obsessively, and check my LinkedIn profile multiple times a day just to make sure no one does SHIT on LinkedIn.
I have a psychiatrist now. I guess that's what you do when you grow up. I'm pretty sure I transitioned straight from pediatrician to psychiatrist. No one tells you these things. No one has ever given me an algebraic equation to find the square root of some invisible variable divided by 5, and also, no one has even taught me to do my own taxes. I guess that's what Americans do. Stand on our mighty cheeseburger high horses, teach our youth useless math, refuse to teach them sexual education a real life task applications, elect Donald Trump for president, criminalize the mentally ill, and force the chronically ill to suffer while we figure out how to tax the shit out of anything that would increase their quality of life by making it illegal. I'm talking about pot. Yes.
So, while all of you "real people" go out to your "real jobs" and do "real shit", I'm going to lock my cats in the attic so I can finally do some goddamn laundry.