It's January, 1999. Where are you?

[AngryLizard]

D.C., baby! Four months past the most humiliating break-up,ever (at a wedding, where I was a bridesmaid, in the car between the wedding and the reception - the stuff that chick lit was MADE of), living with the bride's sister, working as a webmaster for a non-profit in DC, and going out every night that I could. I was probably still crying on a weekly basis, but let's just say that I was working through it the best way that me and my cleavage knew how.

You?

[HEyHEY]

1. Starting College at DOugy daycare.

Taking creative writing and Canadian History.

Having no clue what was gonna happen with my life.

[Dogmudgeon]

2. Awaiting the Rapture

Yeah, right.

I was getting kicked out of my apartment because it went condo.

My love life had never been very good. Later that summer, I would get back together with my girlfriend, only to find that I was being used to cover up her involvement with a married man.

I'd also move into the house of a friend of mine who would turn into the Landlord From Hell.

At least I was working. That would be over on October 31, 2001 -- Bin Laden, you know. The company had to save money so it could promote its cardiotoxic COX-2 inhibitor drug.

So, when do things get better?

--p!

[HEAVYHEART]

3. I remember 1999

It was the happiest year. My ex husband and I split up in 1999.

[SarahB]

4. Had a sick baby that Winter.

I was up all night nursing and giving breathing treatments taking care of him while working every morning (plus a 3 year old and 6 year old). My spouse was pretty much flaking out on me on an emotional level and I was just numb and trying to survive.

[loudestchick]

5. Enjoying my toddler of a son! He's just turned one in November

and hadn't walked 'til after the new year turned.

[RevolutionaryActs]

6. In a hell hole known as Concrete Washington....

Which, for those of you playing at home, was the place where they filmed This Boy's Life, staring Robert De Niro and Leonardo DiCaprio.

[Left Is Write]

7. 32 years old. Living in the most wonderful, charming little house

in Inver Grover Heights, MN. Recovering emotionally from a miscarriage. Spending my days throwing myself into taking care of my house and family to try to take my mind off it.

[Huckebein the Raven]

8. 18, freshman with no G.F at Vanderbilt

did have a connection to get booze though. My N64 stayed busy with Goldeneye death matches. Smoked ( i know stupid thing to do ), had to deal with asshole repugs. Some good times, some really shitty times, and everything in between.