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If every anecdote I were ever to hear for the rest of my life had to do with Golden Girls, I would be perfectly happy. I laughed so hard at this.

I have this false, idealistic, naive, sort of sad idea that there must be one thing in my life that I am very good at, and this one thing is the thing that I am meant to do, hopefully as a vocation, but even as a passionate avocation on the side of some tedious (yet lucrative) career. I keep hoping I'll find it. I'll take the right class, meet the right guru, read the right book, and I will just know what the goal will be.

It is just beginning to occur to me that this is the kind of thing that keeps adults living in their parents' basements when they're in their 30's.

My parents don't even have a basement.

But no, no, no, I will not, I will not ever succumb to civil service.

(My biggest fear? Oh, I just might. Eventually. Just please let me have some sort of college degree first.)

Anyway. Some women are born great, some women become great, some women have greatness thrust upon them, and some women have great hair. I'll get by.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:14 AM | shower me with attention