Join Date: May 2002
Location: like Siberia, but with better restaurants
I think I'm pretty similar. Though, I mean, my parents never yelled at me for my failure to bring my cell phone with me and fucking turn it on so I could return their texts (IS THAT REALLY SO MUCH TO ASK?) when stuff I was doing ran 20 minutes overtime.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy.