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I’ve reached the point in my life where I’m starting to worry about the future: Jobs, bills, money, apartments, girlfriends, wives, girlfriends’ wives, dandelions. It’s enough to drive you insane. What I’m really worried about, I guess, is what I’m going to be when I grow up. I know what I say I’m going to be, and what I’m majoring in at college, but that doesn’t seem to have much to do with anything.
This is the first post
I’ve reached the point in my life where I’m starting to worry about the future: Jobs, bills, money, apartments, girlfriends, wives, girlfriends’ wives, dandelions. It’s enough to drive you insane. What I’m really worried about, I guess, is what I’m going to be when I grow up. I know what I say I’m going to be, and what I’m majoring in at college, but that doesn’t seem to have much to do with anything.
This is the first post
I’ve reached the point in my life where I’m starting to worry about the future: Jobs, bills, money, apartments, girlfriends, wives, girlfriends’ wives, dandelions. It’s enough to drive you insane. What I’m really worried about, I guess, is what I’m going to be when I grow up. I know what I say I’m going to be, and what I’m majoring in at college, but that doesn’t seem to have much to do with anything.