this is what happens when you're bored at work

[lilcolumbian]

Comment. And I will:

1. Tell you why I friended you.
2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a colour, a photo, etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
7. In return, you must post this in your LJ.

Comments

[phrotastic]

Looks like all the same group every time.

[pigstubs]

that's cause we're so cool.

[phrotastic]

This is true.

[lilcolumbian]

1. friend in real life = friend on livejournal, but also i wanted to be able to keep in touch with you somehow after you left auburn. i knew you were going to move back to mississippi and i didn't want that to hinder our getting to chat every once in awhile.
2. either the birthday suit or clint eastwood pictures. i feel those are both quintisentially you.
3. i like that you are so loyal to the family business. i think that takes a special kind of person to go to school for one thing, but professionaly do something completely different because that's what your family has. i don't think i could do it.
4. i remember you always starting and usually winning the wrestling matches on the hill by the dorm. wasn't there a belt even?
5. do you ever get a scared feeling about your new baby on the way?
6. spidey with the fro of course.
7. you went before i did so no need to worry about this one.

[phrotastic]

3. Growing up, I never wanted to do what my dad did. I didn't even want to own my own business. So going to college that wasn't even on my mind. But when I got to be about a junior, I decided that I didn't want to do civil engineering (although I liked studying it). I looked around at other stuff and even thought about the Navy briefly. That's when I thought that I'd give working for my dad a try. I've liked it a lot.

4. There was a belt. Some kind of kid's foam toy I think.

5. Yes. Actually, most of the time it's not in my mind at all. To Carrie the issue is constantly present (for obvious reasons), but I can forget about it for hours at a time. Then it will hit me all of a sudden. It is a little scary thinking about being totally responsible for another human being and all the costs and sacrifices that will go along with that (I don't like clutter and noise, I like sleep, and so on). But it's so amazingly exciting that the good far outweighs the bad.