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I live in a city obsessed with college football. It's got to the point where I refuse to wear red anywhere near the weekend. And I will not don the color combination of red and gray or any semantic variation thereof.

Hockey is fine, I respect hockey players. Mainly because I really can't ice skate while chasing anything but my pride.

I work for a local station here in Ohio. It's fun. And I don't do Mid-Day, I am a full-time part-time worker. Which means that I have a regular slot every weekend, and I work every weekend and have to spend vacation days just to take off to go to Cleveland or Chicago or anywhere. I am getting to the point in my life where I want to spend my time with my boyfriend and my friends, my home life is very important to me.

You are AWESOME. I'm wearing a tiara and eating Nutter Butters as we speak. It's perfect.

My apartment is too small for goats anyway.

Sure! Come here and do my dishes! The floor needs sweeping too!

I work for the second largest financial institution in the world. I started out five years ago in customer service, which is pretty irritating, so to get away from that I took a job in inbound sales, which turns out to be the Worst Job in the World. I do loan applications over the phone. I could sit here solid for three days writing in your journal, and only scratch the surface of all the reasons my job sucks so much. Now I'll be working for the same company, but instead of working on the banking side I'll be in Institutional Trust, in the Retirement Plan Services department. It's a hefty pay raise, closer to my home, no sales involved; it's pretty much like a grown-up job, and it's about time I got one, as I'll be turning thirty next week. So I'm pretty excited.

By the way, how do you wake up and know you've manipulated your alarm clock with your teeth? Were there teethmarks on it, or did you have a little piece of it hanging out of your mouth?

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Well, the expatriation is kind of up in the air at the moment, as there's a rather large factor to take into account now, when making plans like that. If it were just me, I'd go at the first chance. I don't think the big guy is ready to make that kind of a move.

I've often remarked around this time of year that it's the perfect weather in which to eat an apple.

Thank'ee.

Was that bit o' text I sent you worth anything, or should I take another stab at it?

I'm in something of a coding delerium these days, so there's no guarantee that what comes next will be any more lucid...

Clarion is said to be gruelling, but worth it. The only problem with it is that anyone who works to support themselves generally can't take 8-10 weeks off to go. That's why I've never gone.

Requisite drug joke:

Have you tried smoking these bowls?

Thank you.

If you can, get the Izze's brand soda. It's just fizzy water and fruit juice, nothing else added. And they donate to schools with every purchase.

I haven't sent your cd yet, not because I'm lazy... Well, yes because I'm lazy. I keep thinking I'm going to finish the next installment, Wellington Dub Rock.

I want to raise goats for their milk and make my own goat cheese. I even have a book on how to make cheese. Somehow I think a bunch of cantankerous goats would fit right in with the man and I.

It's about damn time.

A rather unruly young man shook his fist and threatened to punch her lights out if she didn't stop wooing his woman. I'm afraid the pants can only be charmed off by one person.




He was joking, by the way. He'd never punch my dental hygienist.

I hope.

I actually decided to keep it. He, being much more content and easygoing than even I am, won't put up much of a fight.