I've been wondering about dame, too. New Yawkers? What's the word? Where's our girl?

yeah, i'm glad someone said. if any time is let out your maladroit/cynic time, it's now before the big time crankies hit the fan.
i see the hairlines of crankiness growing everywhere
does it not feel like monday or meh o'clock to anyone?
group nap?

she was suppose to be our chosen maladroit, dammit! now it will spread! and dg will do it!
stop making me exclaim!

ethylene, it's definitely meh o'clock. I'm pulling myself out of it with a MeCha mix. hrrmmmm... I think matildaben's.

i don't know about dame though

i feel like making it MEH o 'clock
in fact it might be mehndetoury
i blame dodgygeezer of course
because i feel like it's 9pm after working since dawn

it's daylight or the bra or both

ah, it's raining, and now i should figure how to fix and unmix everyone's mixes

daylight, definitely.

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heh.

when i finally fix time zones on this site there will have to be MEH time

Capn, if I wasn't attempting to have a More Better Attitude here at work, I'd print that out and put it on the wall in my cubicle.

we should have a meh clock on cafepress

That? is awesome, Capn.

I can be the interim maladroit in Dame's absense...

I miss thomcatspike and Orthogonality too...and i don't care what you think about that!

the meh. clock is freaking perfect capn...

at least I leave for NY Thursday! I hate mondays and tuesdays and wednesdays...

I release the meh. clock and all associated rights and privilages in to the public domain, make of it what you will.

Meh time is quite a bit different from me time.

I release the meh. clock and all associated rights and privilages in to the public domain, make of it what you will.

I'm shocked it's not sold on cafepress yet.
I miss dame too.

I have GREAT attitude!!! I am VERY HAPPY to be at work!!!

*face hurts*

oy, someone call the masseuss
i am achy

i don't know where she's been? maybe work's really busy? has she been at Mefi?

i'm emailing her now.

Aw, hey guys. It's nice to be missed (thanks for emailing amber). Actually, it's a combination of more swimming, lotsa work, bad internet connection (real slow, hates to load things), and general unhappiness/disguntlement (ever been twenty-five and convinced that you've already ruined your life?). I know being cranky can work for me, but I don't like *only* being that way--especially with you kids. So I'll be back, I promise, sometime soon.

(Oh yeah, I also spent all weekend reading Harry Potter.)

meh...that's just your quarter-life crisis kicking in ; >

(you'll soon be switching careers and boyfriends and stuff--happens to most ppl bet 24-28)

I love the Meh clock. Also, I love the Dame. Big hugs. And trust me...25 is too young to have screwed it up completely. (Although I think we all tried...) ;)

Well...technically, I suppose you *could* have, but since it doesn't sound like you're writing from Death Row, or ya know, a Rod Stewart groupie bus...you're probably going to pull through. ;)

ever been twenty-five and convinced that you've already ruined your life?

I think you'll get more yeas than nays on that one. Actually for me it was around 24, but then I'm a prodigy. By 25 I was mostly over it.

it's quarter-life crisis, i'm telling you--you'll ride it out and come out the other side wiser and better. : >

Well, I hope riding it out doesn't mean changing my career or my boyfriend--I still really like them both.

dame, don't worry.

you'll also ruin your life at 27, 29, 30, 31, 32... (and that's as far as I can testify).

so cheer up!

then what'd you ruin?

Oh, I just feel generally screwed & unsure of my decisions. I am very bad at just sucking up the way the world is run and I make everything difficult for myself by being pigheaded and demanding to do things my way--yet I don't really want to change. I want the world to change, but I know it won't. When I was younger, I thought that doing things my way would make life harder, but that everything would pay off in the end. Now, I worry that it won't pay off or work out, and I'll wind up lonely and dying of emphysema in a cat-infested hovel in Canarsie.

You know, it's like, I love my job. I can work at my own pace on my own hours from home. But the pay is low and I'm getting tired of being poor. Then again, that's nothing compared to the utter soul sucking, free time–destroying misery I experience in an office. So i'm screwed both ways. Or my boy and I have an unconventional relationship, which totally suits me, but making up a relationship without the comfort of doing it according to some move in-get married-have kids template can be frustrating, even if I hate that template, because there's no cultural support for it. Or writing: is it worth it to bust your ass and spend gobs of spare time on something that likely won't work out?

Geez, now I'll bet you're sorry you asked. I feel better about having spazzed out, though.

But that's how life is (and you can't do the cats/emphysema thing--i'm already booked for it). You're doing good, i think. It depends on how much you want the world to lay down and die for you. (it usually doesn't, and people cobble together something that works for them, or pays off in other ways so they can enjoy the other parts..)

See, that just makes it worse amberglow. Because if that's what it is and it depresses me this much now . . . imagine how I'm going to feel after ten more years of it, not to mention by the time I get to Canarsie.

I'm 25 and absolutely with no doubt have ruined my chances for most careers...

But the upside is that i dont care...i have no responsibilities, no gf, no money, no home, and i'm not worried...if worse comes to worse, I'll wander off into the world with no plan or money again...

Another upside is that i get to travel a lot...I'm going to Lake Placid this friday and then the first week of August I'll be in Manhattan...

And Dame...If you do end up in Canarsie with emphysema and cats, please call Amberglow and I. We'll start the Cats and Coughers Community...and we'll like it.

Glad you're back...

this is the point where i tell everyone i never went to college and don't really plan on being legally married except for legal purposes.

if you think you've fuck up your life irreparably, the terrorist have won. and by that i mean the propaganda machine that says you must have acquired these things by this time
etc and blah

my life is to some a worthless horrorshow
to others it's a cautionary tale or a work of art or a tale of survival--
but it is actually just my life and no body else's and doesn't happen to follow any pattern descernible by cosmo pop quiz. i've taken care of things some people wait to deal with at 50, 60, 70-- if they make it that far.

you like the money, you're good at making money, and you won't feel secure enough in some way without it. it doesn't mean it has to suck your soul. if anyone can make a means of enjoying social action it should be you. you freaking monkeys.