I never want to be a leader. Especially not after (almost finishing) writing the most redundant paper I’ve written in a long while. End my life!
Cell phone-MSN sucks.
My alter ego is Turkey Sub. Kristin’s is Chunky Soup. We get along all right. We need someone to be 2% Milk.
I’m sick of having the physical insides of a 55 year old man. (I don’t even think 55 year old women get the same kind of stomach problems and heartburn as I do.)
I hear tell that I am in the 96th percentile of being neurotic and I am not very open to new experiences. Cool. Apparently the Big Five Model actually does mean something to psychoanalysts, despite the awful green colour and Times New Roman font of that website’s layout.
Do you know what I’ll be when April is over? Possibly 2 of 2 things:
- Still looking for a co-op placement