How Are You?

This is my most recent response to that question:

I'm good. But "how are you" is an easy question to answer. Here's the recap since I was 19. Got degrees. Decided they weren't enough. Got another degree, equally useless. Moved back home with mother. Mother kicked my ass, made me get a job. Got engaged. Got un-engaged. Liked my job, but knew it wouldn't be good enough for the long run. Decided to give job an ultimatum (sp), more money or I'll quit. Quit, needless to say. Went to law school. Law school sucked four ways from Sunday. Now am getting ready to take the bar exam in July. Terror.
No kids for me, just never wanted them. Still single, pretty happy about that, still there are prospects.
How come every time I think of you I think of guns, and btw, wtf happened in school that you had to leave?
PS, oh yeah, still (or back) in Huntsville.

Is that bitchy?