Have I mentioned I'm getting out of this state as soon as I graduate?

I don't care if that means washing dishes for minimum wage, I am gone, gone, gone! when they hand me that diploma.

The computer time I spend online (which I won't even guesstimate to preserve some dignity) I have to do outside, in an office that is un-air-conditioned, so to be able to simply breathe I have to leave the door open to the elements, which include a breeze, but also Florida's (albeit narrow - it's all bugs) variety of wildlife.

And I get bitten by a mosquito during the two minutes I spend inside the house in my own freakin' bathroom.

That's Florida's idea of irony for you, kids.

Gone!

Gacked from adelate - how could I resist?

The Lance Survey
1. When did you know that Lance was "the" man in *NSYNC?

( I loved Lance before I loved *NSYNC, actually. )