- Veterinarian. I'm no longer 7.
- Singer. I'm not marketable, and I'd feel horribly fake singing songs that others wrote for me since I can't write a song to save my life.
- Plastic Surgeon. Doesn't everyone go through a phase when all they want to do is cut open strangers and shove suction tubes into their thighs? No...?
- Fashion Designer. I can't produce original designs, all of my attempts are too similar to other existing designs. And I don't want to sew, it's too tedious and hands-on.
- Freelance Writer. I thrive on stress and deadlines. I'd never get anything done.
- Mortician. Again with the weird body obsession...
- Zookeeper. Thank you, Zoo Tycoon.
- Roller Coaster Designer. Courtesy of another favorite, Roller Coaster Tycoon. Involves physics and engineering, possibly the foulest topics of study to me.
- Tornado Chaser. I'm such an adrenaline junkie...but...do you actually make money doing this?
- Scientist specializing in paranormal activity. B.S.
- Makeup Artist. Actually, I'd be really good at it, I just need intellectual stimulation.
feb 10 2009 ∞
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