They're a dime a dozen in high school, but it's understandablly harder to meet someone that fits that description in their adult years. I was never into the heavily pierced or obsessively overdone goth look myself anyway. Just go to a few death metal concerts frequent some tattoo parlors and make a stop at every hot topic you see and it can't be too hard though.
I had my lip slashed open enough that I thought I might need stitches on my face again so I didn't show up to this class I was supposed to go to that lasted 8 hours a day from Thurday-Saturday.. This was just the latest round of unpaid bullshit I'm supposed to put up with to become a bus driver though. The entire first day I was there the lady didn't say anything that you're not already supposed to know though.. and it's more of a refresher course. I need to finish that to get some sort of school bus certification though according to the speaker...
I may end up having to do something else even when I get into the national guard because my patience is already wearing thin with this crap and I havent even had to haul any kids around yet.
Yeah Bombermans worth playing out of Nostalgia as well for me..It's a very close second, but there's probably more fun to be had in Conkers Bad fur Day.
Moisture.. The gnats in Iraq are way worse than any other I've encountered, but sand nats in general suck ass. They are going after any moisture they can get from your body, and are also homing in on the carbon dioxide from you exhaling..
I'm all alone.. I'm honestly not very sad about though. I'd be even less sad in your position I'm sure. Not that parenthood doesn't have it's blessings and all.. I've just been reminded of the upside to living alone. Because that sounds like something I've done many times when sharing a home.