I have a pretty stereotypical "smart kid" work ethic - if I decide something's worth my time/effort, I'll be the best little worker bee in the world, but give me busywork and I will procrastinate my ass off.

Add in a tendency to procrastinate on things I care about as well, all the better to get the adrenaline rush of a tight deadline for fuel, and this is me.

I have a pretty stereotypical "smart kid" work ethic - if I decide something's worth my time/effort, I'll be the best little worker bee in the world, but give me busywork and I will procrastinate my ass off.

Sadly, this is me. Relatedly, I am also the geek who will spend an hour programming something to do something boring, rather than spending half an hour just doing the thing myself. Just because it's a cooler approach to the problem.

I'd nod in agreement, but I'm too busy futzing on the interwebs.

one ONE offer of a date she got out the experience was from an incarcerated guy.

I had three friends in the infamous red issue about 4 or 5 years back. I think the mag used a fisheye lens to photograph them - and their write ups made them look like shopaholic, urbanBarbie lushes bathed in leopard prints. These are women who have their own businesses, who are active in local politics, and who are working to make the city a better place to live. And there too, you had the prison date trawling.

was not impressed.

like Strong Bad

Once again it's time to check the email...
everyday I hope it's from a female....

I t heart String Bad.

Awesome bangs, sox!!

I've fallen way behind on sbemails. I really need to catch up. I caught one a few months ago, and they're still funny. The Brothers Chaps have still got it, those bastards.

Sox is teh HOTT!

I used to write angry notes on tiny scraps of paper and throw them down the stairs at my mother: "I hate you" "You're so mean" "It's totally unfair and you are too" and the like. My mother seems to have valued it as a commitment to literacy and kept them.

This makes me laugh because it reminded me of when I was a teenager and would get sooper mad at my mom. My room was in the basement, so I would take every single present she ever bought me and piled them all up at the bottom of the stairs with a note that said, "Give these things to someone who you really love who is obviously not me."

I lost a lot of really awesome stuff that way.

Oh, goodness. Ellie killed me ded. Good thing I’d been revived after all the cutie stories from yesterday!

I used to write angry notes on tiny scraps of paper and throw them down the stairs at my mother: "I hate you" "You're so mean" "It's totally unfair and you are too" and the like. My mother seems to have valued it as a commitment to literacy and kept them.

Oh, dear.

Sean, I’m glad S gets to come home today.

Sox is gorgeous!

I lost a lot of really awesome stuff that way.

Oh, dear.

I started number three part time job today. It went well. I’m teaching lessons to a nine-year-old that is home schooled, so her mom can get out of the house a few hours each week. I discovered that it’s very difficult to describe “broad” to nine-year-old, so she could pick an opposite. I could pick an opposite, but I just couldn’t seem to describe the meaning to her in a way that she could understand it.

Also, I just some very good, relieving money news. I hadn’t really talked about it, but it had been stressing me out for a couple of weeks. So, I don’t have to move and figure out how to live for the next year. It’s all worked out! Phew!