Pshh... I spent all of my study hall time trying to piss off the angry librarian. Of course, she got pissed off if anyone smiled or laughed, so it was really fun.
I hate to break it to you, Greg, but Old Navy khakis are not fashionable. In fact, I don't think that they're comfortable either. Old Navy is one of the worst clothing makers of all time. The one time that I did buy clothing from them (my mother-in-law gave us a gift certificate once, and I thought that it couldn't be that bad), it was a horrible experience. Everything fit terribly because it was not designed right, it doesn't look very good, and it started falling apart almost immediately because of how cheaply it was made.
Of course you can get away with wearing Old Navy khakis in a business casual environment, but they are in no way stylish. If you're dressing that way to impress someone, you're just fooling yourself.
I also don't know who my father is. He didn't necessarily want my mother to have an abortion, but he did want to make sure he never had to deal with me.
I've never had the desire to know him, but I know that he had children with another woman, and I have wondered about them.
I actually had a very strange experience. I went to get my hair cut at a salon while I was in town visiting relatives in friends (I've moved away from my home state), and I went to the stylist that my friend uses. As I was leaving she gave me her card. After I got home, I looked at her card, and she has the same last name as my birth father. His last name isn't a really common name, but it's also not that I think it couldn't have been just coincidental. She was about the right age to have been one of his chidren (a few years older than me).
I wonder if it would be too awkward to try and contact her somehow and ask if she is related to my birth father. The reason that I'm most hesitant is that I only know contact information for her workplace, and it's something that I would think she wouldn't want to hear about at work.
In any case, it would be a very strange coincidence.
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Pshh... I spent all of my study hall time trying to piss off the angry librarian. Of course, she got pissed off if anyone smiled or laughed, so it was really fun.
I hate to break it to you, Greg, but Old Navy khakis are not fashionable. In fact, I don't think that they're comfortable either. Old Navy is one of the worst clothing makers of all time. The one time that I did buy clothing from them (my mother-in-law gave us a gift certificate once, and I thought that it couldn't be that bad), it was a horrible experience. Everything fit terribly because it was not designed right, it doesn't look very good, and it started falling apart almost immediately because of how cheaply it was made.
Of course you can get away with wearing Old Navy khakis in a business casual environment, but they are in no way stylish. If you're dressing that way to impress someone, you're just fooling yourself.
I also don't know who my father is. He didn't necessarily want my mother to have an abortion, but he did want to make sure he never had to deal with me.
I've never had the desire to know him, but I know that he had children with another woman, and I have wondered about them.
I actually had a very strange experience. I went to get my hair cut at a salon while I was in town visiting relatives in friends (I've moved away from my home state), and I went to the stylist that my friend uses. As I was leaving she gave me her card. After I got home, I looked at her card, and she has the same last name as my birth father. His last name isn't a really common name, but it's also not that I think it couldn't have been just coincidental. She was about the right age to have been one of his chidren (a few years older than me).
I wonder if it would be too awkward to try and contact her somehow and ask if she is related to my birth father. The reason that I'm most hesitant is that I only know contact information for her workplace, and it's something that I would think she wouldn't want to hear about at work.
In any case, it would be a very strange coincidence.