Okay; because I'm a goof, and because somebody cool suggested it, I started a
This American Life ring. I have secret fantasies about Ira Glass. I don't actually know what he looks like now, only that he looked like this
as a kid. But that's ok. At that age I was still trying to get that elusive flower-bangs effect and wearing large golden earrings.
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Home home home home home.
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I'm a worrier. I always hoped that I would grow up to be like my father, who almost never worries, but of course instead I grew up to be a stressed-out basketcase like my mom.
I'm worried that my finances are just going to utterly implode.
I'm worried that my cat is going to suffer for a month because I can't put better medicine on her until the other stuff wears off.
I'm worried that people won't like what I got them for Christmas.
I'm worried that I'll miss my 6:00 am flight on Saturday.
I'm worried that I hurt people's feelings.
I'm worried that I cut my bangs too short.
I'm worried that I won't get into UW next fall.
I'm worried that I'll get skin cancer.
I'm worried that . . .
*Deep breath*
Okay. I feel a bit better now. Sorry about that.
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