melcreada | Aug. 17th, 2003

Plans fell through with San, in no small part to the fact that she was already very drunk and very angry (apparently one of her boy-toys dissed her earlier, spurring the afternoon binge of alcohol). Sometimes I really worry about her. For all her "talk," she still lets these boys dictate her self-worth. Feh.

But it's just as well. Back is still a little sore.

Interesting stuff about birth order and its ramifications, for all you with siblings.

Can definitely relate to most of this. I am the only memeber of the family that actively wants out of San Antonio. I definitely blend into the background when the whole family is together. And I am ALWAYS the peacemaker. The most friends? Nah, that's Davy-boy (who is also a middle child, but doesn't really demonstrate most of the traits. Maybe because he was the baby for about 7 years?)

Anyway, I leave you with this cute little quiz thing. I always wanted to be a dancer, but not for $8 a year:

<td bgcolor="#000000">Name</td><td bgcolor="#DDDDAA"></td><td bgcolor="#000000">Job</td><td bgcolor="#DDDDAA">Dancer </td><td bgcolor="#000000">Yearly income</td><td bgcolor="#DDDDAA">$8</td><td bgcolor="#000000">Your Best Trait</td><td bgcolor="#DDDDAA">Sexy legs </td><td bgcolor="#000000">Most known for</td><td bgcolor="#DDDDAA">Saying, "I love you" too much </td><td bgcolor="#000000">When you die</td><td bgcolor="#DDDDAA">May 23, 2045</td>