i just can’t get enough
I can’t seem to stay away from it. Apparently, I am much more easily amused than I thought.
You will live in Mansion.
You will drive a Olive Drab Harley.
You will marry Owen and have 0 kids.
You will be a College Theatre Prof in NYC.
This might be the best one yet. ;)
Courtesy of Amojojo
Of course there’s a PlayMash.com, because now we’re older and tireder and don’t have the energy for that whole counting-and-crossing-things-off-shit.
You will live in a Mansion.
You will drive a Blood Red Subaru Outback Sport.
You will marry Jamie and have 0 kids.
You will be a Preschool Teacher in Edinburgh.
As you might note, this surprised me on several levels. Given the fact that I am still doing my current job and yet living in a MANSION, I am doing some pretty serious gold-digging in this alternate future. Of course, I did include “Kept Woman” as an occupation choice, but it wasn’t picked. Added bonus - I finally get to live in Scotland. ;)
When I picked my other favorite number, I was told
You will live in a Shack.
You will drive a Olive Drab Mountain Bike.
You will marry Bill and have 3 kids.
You will be a Stage Actor in San Francisco.
This is just as funny.
dorkalian?
Got to spend a few moments today with Janus (the stud on the right, circa 2000) and his lovely girlfriend, Beth. I love both of them - we used to spend a LOT of time together, back in the day.
The whole experience got me thinking a little bit about relationship context. We make friends in certain settings, looking through certain filters, and it’s always such a struggle to be able to look at them any other way. Janus was Bill’s best friend and roommate, back in the Northfield days. He and Beth and Bill and I spent a LOT of time together as a foursome … and as close as I ever became to him, he was always “Bill’s best friend” in the friend filing system inside my brain.
In the time since then, we’ve seen each other a few times, most notably when I was back in Minnesota for JBo’s wedding (the chronicle for which begins here). I feel like we always have this brief readjustment period whenever we see each other, where we have to decide who the fuck we are to each other anymore. I love this guy, and I have always loved him, but I feel like there is this sort of … swath … of things which are unsaid that lies between us and prevents us from ever being completely real with each other again. I wish that we could, at some point, break through that and be friends on our own terms, the way Sarah and I managed to do so long ago. She is no longer “Bill’s friend Sarah” to me, she is MY friend Sarah. How did she and I manage to make that change? Where is that line?
In any case, it was wonderful to see the two of them today. Tomorrow morning, I am probably going to be spending some time with a girl I’d like to know as “My friend Lucie” but who will inevitably always be “Bill’s First Serious Girlfriend Lucie” in my mental filing cabinet. I understand why human beings create these labels, but I am really starting to wish I could peel them off without leaving a sticky residue more annoying than the label itself.
Plus, I’m still sick. What the fuck.