My dream business, which I even wrote a plan for in college, sort of, would be a combination, computer store, book store, internet cafe, coffee shop. Sort of an all in one Nerdshop. I would have rooms where people would pay so much to cruise the internet, with separate rooms for kids and adults, I would have different platforms, a coffee shop and tons of books on every subject as well as on computers, with actual machines set up where people could try out demo copies of different software to decide if they like it before they buy it. I would also have lots of couches and reading areas, as well as desks and such where they could work.

I love it. It is a great form of therapy and a way to make friends with similiar intersts and issues. It reminds me daily that I am far from alone in my struggles, as other people don't always have it so wonderful all the time either, no matter how things may appear to the outside world.

Either "I'm sorry we didn't notice what you were going thru as a kid, because we were so caught up with your brother. I love you too, but I felt guilty about Milo because I blamed my self, so you got the short end of the stick. You were too much like me, so you angered me much more easily. I wish I could change it." or "I'm so sorry I was such a jerk would made things so rotten for you and Warren. I am turning my self in, checking into a rehab and will get help to stop drinking, learn why I am this way, and will make sure that you and Warren get the child support you deserve. I love you both and want to make up for being such a rotten human being. Wishful thinking, but hey "IT could happen"

That I am still marching on, that my son despite is problems is getting the help he needs and is doing as well as he is. That he is quite healthy and that I will not retreat. That I am and always shall be Warren's mom.

My entire relationship with Mike. My mental illness, my inability to manage money.

Davey Jones, Davey Jones, in the words of Marcia Brady... Davey Jones.

Well I am assuming they mean real, and not fictional so I will say my Aunt Maggie. It would have been a lot harder work, but they had cows and horses, and huge gardens and I think I would have learned alot more and had a lot less time to sit around feeling sorry for myself. I would have also had lots of brothers and sisters and not been the oldest one. And they wouldn't have been afraid to let me go to the first school of my choice out of state, because they couldn't bare to let their baby go.

There was once a lonely mental ill girl who had just lost her best friend. When she was walking home from work, she met and alcholic who was working on his car. He worked is way in to her heart and got her pregnant. They had a wonderful son. Life has been a roller coaster ride ever since.

I would make my clone go to work and do all the grown up responsible things, while I stayed home and lounged around being an irresponsible lump.

Some day I will: Have a job I love, loose weight and have a healthy body, have my finances straightened out, be rid of Mike forever, have savings, visit Alaska, Austrailia, Hawaii, Europe, and also see where my anscestors came from.

Because I'm feeling lazy, and I'm trying to avoid doing house work and other responsible things.

Purple orange peanuts

I broke my arm falling off a rocking chair (I was standing on it.. don't ask...) six years ago, and in the process did some sort of bizarre nerve damage which has left me with little or no use of my left thumb.

That I am a huge Star Wars/Star Trek/Sci Fi Geek.

"I love you. Even though I don't act like it and sometimes it seems as though I dont' want to be around you. I really do love you. You are and always will be my brother. I just have some issues to work through."

There are so many, I can't pick one. Close you eyes and point to someone on the left.

For the most part yes. I do censor some in that I believe there is such a thing as too much information and also some of my views are a bit controversial, though not extreme and I've been a little cautious about sharing them. Otherwise I don't censor, I am just taking baby steps toward full disclosure.

Let's file this one under the heading of Too Much Information.

See above answer re: Too Much Information.

Any animal that falls into the Feline category.

Anything that ends with the immortal words.. "And they all lived happily ever after".

Hamster, rat, mice, guniea pig, anything small and furry. My mom hated rodents and the like. As an adult I've never had the life style with time and money to care for one.

I will say my back and neck.. they get stiff and tired. The rest will be filed under Too Much Information.

childhood Being put in my room and ignored for hours on end.
Teens When one of my classmates accidentally shot his best friend playing around with a gun. And later when an underclassmen I barely new committed suicide. Also when my best friends dad died of cancer
Adult The day my mom called me at work and told me my dad had died, suddenly out of the blue from a heart attack.

Childhood Feeling I was second place to my brother
TeensFeeling out of place and left out. Not fitting in with the rest of my class.
AdultGiving birth to my son

More abstract than real. I can't really explain it.

Not in this or any other reality. YUCK. With all I have going on in my life, the last thing I need to do is drag somebody else along for the ride.

Probably either the 1900 House or that other one on PBS, where they lived like the homesteaders. Those are about survival and educational, not just watching attention mongers, trying to kill of thier neighbors. I think it would be cool to go back and see how my anscestors lived. I am sure it would make me very much more appreciative of how well I have it right now.

Name three foods you hated as a kid, but love as an adult, and vice versa.