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February 05, 2008



Bean...it is too early in the morning to be googling "tapir". But really, I see the validity in this study, to a point. When I was in my 20s and getting my degrees, my goal was to be CEO of the world. Now that I am in my mid-30s, I am just working for the weekend so that I can spend as many hours as possible playing video games. So I guess I have “abandoned unrealistic aspirations” but am I unhappy, no. Not even close. I have a good life, a great partner, pets I adore, a job I love, lots of books to read and a big ass TV to play my video games on. What more do I need?


Who is letting you near a can opener???


Dream big, baby:

You can also search www.interfauna.co.uk - they have two models of plush tapir, as well as just about any other animal you could want. (Except a gila monster, which I wanted to get for my friend's kid. Being Crazy Aunt Rose isn't as easy as it looks.)

I find that the older I get, the less realistic my expectations get. That way, I don't feel so bad about not meeting them -- and if I do? Sweet. It's a lot more fun that way.


When you are young, you're still naive. When
you get old, you just don't give a sh*t.


all i know is that if i ever see anybody wearing that shirt i will shoot them in the eyeballs...

i guess i should just stay out of norcal altogether if i don't want to wind up in the pokey, huh?


we need to work on getting you a tapir

cathy g.

I saw that study too, and thought it was a load of crap. I am much happier now in my thirties than I was in my twenties...are you telling me that come 2009 when i turn 40 it is all gonna go in the crapper??? Thanks a lot, bean.


So money buys happiness? There you have it, buried in the research as an assumption or afterthought, rather than the headline:

"Researchers controlled for other factors that affect happiness, such as divorce, job loss and income."

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