I’m getting better at being a fucking miserable bastard.
And I’m only 23!
Writing. Or at least, if I haven’t gotten better at it, I’ve certainly become more comfortable with it. Back in college, writing assignments of more than a couple of pages would have given me nightmares. Now I’m tossing off magazine articles on a regular basis and thinking of it as just a minor part of my job.
My social skills, tolerance and ability to understand multiple (and opposing) viewpoints have gotten better, as well.
ya with the humor thing…
put 2 groups of people together, one of teens, one of adults in their likle…30-whatever
why is it adults always laugh louder then the young pups?
!!!does laughing get louder and louder as u grow old?!!!
my mom practically screams when she laughs, kinda annoying
my dads mom told me the other day that when she first met me mom, all she did was giggle, and she was around 20
i just dont understand…