It sounds like a good neighborhood! I can't imagine being able to walk home from work in 45 minutes. Hell. Some days I can't imagine the drive being less than 45 minutes.
Oh, look at the pretties!
Kaylee ,'Shindig'
Natter 54: Right here, dammit.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Kat - Oct 31, 2007 7:58:20 am PDT #9563 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
juliana - Oct 31, 2007 8:02:46 am PDT #9564 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
I did not go to my 10th H.S. reunion - it sounded like I didn't miss much. They were disorganized (as always), rented the Dogmusher's Hall, stood around and drank beer, and then went to the river to light bonfires and drink some more. Just like high school (except renting the hall).
I just missed my 10th college reunion - didn't miss much there either, apparently.
Sue - Oct 31, 2007 8:07:37 am PDT #9565 of 10001
hip deep in pie
I can't imagine being able to walk home from work in 45 minutes.
Well it helps that Halifax has about 1/10 the population of LA.
I heard that there was a 20th reunion at my high school (20!!!), but I did not get invited.
askye - Oct 31, 2007 8:09:54 am PDT #9566 of 10001
Thrive to spite them
I didn't go to my 10 yr hs reunion, I wasn't in a great place at the time and didn't want to go and have to deal with questions about what I was up to. Plus I wasn't close to anyone. Although I am curious in finding out how some people turned out so I'll probably go to the 20 yr reunion.
Kevin - Oct 31, 2007 8:13:45 am PDT #9567 of 10001
Never fall in love with somebody you actually love.
My old school friends found me on Facebook. Which was kinda scary at first.
Susan W. - Oct 31, 2007 8:14:10 am PDT #9568 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
I'm coming up on my 20-year hs reunion in 2009.
If I can sell a novel by then, maybe I'll go.
Jesse - Oct 31, 2007 8:14:22 am PDT #9569 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
ION, wah wah wah, I don't want to work today! I want to still be home sick! I'm not getting a damn thing done here, so what's the point??
Dana - Oct 31, 2007 8:14:44 am PDT #9570 of 10001
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."
"Hi, everyone! I've gained weight since high school AND I am completely unsuccessful! How YOU doin'?"
Oh, you are not. You are living in a lovely apartment in Chicago. You have a job that doesn't require you to work eighty bajillion hours a week or sell your soul. You have tons of friends, including many invisible people on the internet. And, as Gud noted, you are a very successful amateur pornographer.
And yes, 99.5% of people have gained weight since high school.
Daisy Jane - Oct 31, 2007 8:21:18 am PDT #9571 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Thanks to Facebook, I have discovered that my ten year HS class reunion is the same weekend as Thanksgiving. When I will be in town.
That's exactly how mine worked out, except that it was also my birthday.
ETA: Actually was pretty cool because my birthday entourage came with me. Also had fun hemming and hawwing about "What I Do" so that people who don't still know me were trying to figure out what cool thing I must do that's so secret, and my friends were playing along. Guesses ranged from DEA to Porn Star.
shrift - Oct 31, 2007 8:30:46 am PDT #9572 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I'm pretty sure I was supposed to make something of myself. But I haven't, really. And I'm not sure I want to face interrogation from my extended family and a bunch of people who never talked to me in high school all in the same weekend.
Seriously though, you are self supporting and witty and that is success.
Well, true. It could be worse. At least I got out of there!
Oh, you are not. You are living in a lovely apartment in Chicago. You have a job that doesn't require you to work eighty bajillion hours a week or sell your soul.
I am hiring you as my spin-doctor.
That's exactly how mine worked out, except that it was also my birthday.
Oh, ew, I'm sorry.