phineasjones

at age 27, i'm allowed to feel a little resentful that i should have this achy soreness in the first finger of my right hand, right? because i think arthritis would suck at any age. but 27?

am mostly feeling something else though. crept up on me during this weekend full of old friends asking for life updates. aimless. scared. what do i do, now?

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Drink.

Pretend to be a vampire. Give yourself a cheesy "Mistress Of The Night" kind of name.

Think to yourself, "At least I'm not 30 an unemployed."

Think to yourself, "At least my knees work."

Think to yourself, "At least my ankles work."

Go on a shopping spree! That's what credit cards are for!

Knit HP scarves and sell them on the internet.

Invent some new dance craze that sweeps across the county. Weird thing about the dance is: it involves sending you a $5 bill in the mail.

Insert lame-ass joke here.

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i have to love you just for answering a mopey-ass question like that one.

i'm afraid of the drinking. sometimes it seems like too appealing of an idea, know what i'm saying?

if i were to pretend to be a vampire, i would call myself spike. mmhmm.

i am 27 and unemployed and my finger doesn't work. much.

yesterday i purchased a ridiculous number of harry potter toys with my credit card.

have a sneaking suspicion that the knitting and the finger pain are connected.

hmmm. shall i send the $5 to you?

a rabbi and a priest walk into a bar...

to add insult to injury... a little research this morning revealed that the fic i have been reading for days and enjoying immensely and allowing to rule my emotions was written by a 15 year old. i... don't even know how to express the shame and horror.

also i have to wonder, are you taking your own advice? how does your dance go?