My parents are retired. Grew up poor. My dad actually told me to spend money when I had it "Can't take it with you!" We ate canned food (from ALDIs $.10 a can), frozen dinners, so so much pasta and wonder bread. The cheapest meat. My mom before she was retired was making about $100,000 per year. I had moved out. More money, less people to feed. Now is the time for quality, now is the time for Whole Foods! Nope. They still buy disgusting discounted meat in bulk and freeze it, canned food (still from ALDIs), and every meal make massive portions of crap no one actually wants to eat.

So I probably am as dumb as I feel. I've really let my brain atrophy. I'd probably score a 75 now. Down 65 points!

*give

So what am I to do? The longer I'm out of work the less likely I am to get work? Then I'm called lazy and worthless by society. And obviously by these comments I'm already assumed to be the most useless aspect of a company. BTW, I was laid off about a year after a serious fuck-up. A YEAR! When did they finally gave me the boot? When I told them I was pregnant. So now I have a kid, no job, and a bunch of people assuming I'm some sort of useless idiot. Yay!

I remember one assignment where we were to count all the books in our houses and the teacher was not happy with my result. I think they were looking for us all to say zero-three books or something and my parents had like 700. Grew up in a factory town, both parents high school drop-outs with GEDs. My mom has a new book to read almost every week but my dad rarely reads. We weren't well-off at all. I did well in school and knew a lot of stuff before they lectured us in school. All those books just sitting around, I'd grab them at random. I could actually read before I even started school.

And as I have a child now I'm totally taking this as an excuse to buy whatever books I want.

Ekimouse should work for Fox News. That was impressive.

Pessary.

Surgical scooper - for the scooping of brains.

I was treated well in Paris. My friend was not and we were always out together. Conversely, back in my native USA people treat me like shit. Who knows why? I don't.

I was intending to marry my husband anyway, but after living together four years I developed some issues that needed professional attention and was denied coverage by Blue Cross/Blue Shield. It was the kick in the ass we needed to legally tie the knot. And then I had health insurance through his job and my health problems were resolved. Mostly. So my point is she might be serious.

The Pillsbury Doughboy was because of the movie Ghostbusters. My little brother got one for Xmas.

I really don't believe most 29 year olds have a career, as most people don't have careers imo. But you have a point. I'm 32 and I don't miss a damn thing about having a job (besides the paycheck).

I'm unemployed and have been enjoying it, but time is short. The boredom of the office is creeping ever nearer and sooner or later the unemployment benefits will run out, the parents will have had enough of helping, and my fat ass will once again be forced to waste eight hours of my day under flourescent lights to pay the bills. I got laid off at sixth months pregnant and have been just happy I haven't had to put my baby in daycare. But like I said, the times creeping up on me.

I once saw a Japanese movie where there was a firm that rented itself out to pretend to be family members to lonely people. But then the people went insane and developed some weird loyalty to the firm and forgot all about their real families. Then violent bloody murder ensued.