Happy day, happy day. I just got home from my last day at work here. I've often wondered what this day would feel like, and now I know. I feel fan-fucking-tastic. Tomorrow I start the process of packing up my shit so it can be sent to Alaska. I don't know if you've ever crammed 10 pounds of crap in a five pound bag, but un-cramming it usually causes a mess, and that's what I have to look forward to. I have a plan, though, and I'm not taking nearly as much stuff on the plane with me as I brought over a year ago. Bah! Who cares? In 9 days I'm soooooo outta here.
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and YOU'RE shy? really?