Papercuts and Skittles

I rotate through about 3 or 4 classifications depending on what issues were popping up, but it's always a corporate paradise with no political rights, the only things that really changing is my social rights for the most part.

I end up plucking my long ones with my fingers if I sit somewhere too long

It's always good to keep your bridges away from the flames, know there's some of us here who wish they might have been able to do the same in their original regions.

Well I was born in Fairfax

Blame your mother, it came from her genes. I feel fairly lucky that at 26 I barely have to shave twice a week to look presentable and have the thickest hair most stylists have ever seen, when other people my age are starting to lose it.

Ugh, don't even get me started on those Annonymus guys, whole operation is cyber terrorism and an embarassment.

I hate the increased news coverage, I blame it as much as anything. It glorifies the deeds to some of the people who think about doing that kind of stuff. I blame parents who let their kids play violent video games and watch violent movies all day, instead of having them go outside and play violent games, you get the same rush, but are on the receiving end of it too, which I believe makes a difference. I blame stuff like the healthcare act that pretty much guarantees no one it was aimed at will have health insurance paid for by their employers because their employers won't hire them full-time, no point in paying benefits when you can hire 5 people for a 4 person rotation. Means they'll need to work 2 part-time jobs, and get no benfits anywhere, I know, this is me. College degree, not even liberal arts, in a dead end minimum wage job that's not even full-time. There's nothing out there for me. I was similar to Westwind, a dozen schools before high school. Kept testing in to gifted programs, and getting kicked out for behavioral issues (read Aspergers, but that wasn't a very big thing in the early-mid nineties). Was picked on for being that big, clumsy oaf in the class, who was also a know it all, who never knew when to shut up. Not sure when, at some point I did just shut up, and no one's been able to get me to open up since really. I'm fairly black and white, I have an on off switch for saying stuff, with no in between. I often thought about how I'd go about doing stuff in high school, and had what some might consider friends, I never considered anyone friends, who thought the same. Looking back, I think it was just a lot of dark humor stress relief type of stuff, but anyone over hearing would have flipped their lids.

Does this mean we can start calling PR Mom?