anagramofbrat | Speaking of getting old

March 2011: Living in Sunderland, in Nerdclave 1 (also known as Squire) with

cell23, Lily the cat, two kids every other week, piecing my brain and my life together with varying levels of success.

March 2001: Still living in Fisher Price My First Apartment in the ass end of Northampton, and just landed my first two post college jobs. One of which I'm still at. Also sort of in a period of transition and reconstruction, actually. I seem to have those once every decade or so.

March 1991: The end of seventh grade and very much in the throes of adolescent angst and insanity. Erm, shit, what was I up to then? Writing a lot. Mooning over

harinezumi probably. Listening to a lot of hip-hop 'cause it was still fun back then. Wearing a lot of florescent because it looked good on me. Ohh, getting the chicken pox again! good times. Not. Oh hey, saying "Not!" was popular then too.

March 1981: Shit if I remember, I wasn't quite three yet. I only remember a handful of things from that year. Learning to read, conceptualizing that there were people being born that were younger than I was (in this case one of my cousins) and this being an astounding concept for me, remembering riding the subway and thinking that was a Very Big Adventure. Visiting Ruthy at college. Little flashes here and there, but nothing truly concrete.

March 1971: Not even a twinkle in anyone's eye yet.