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I'm pretty sure my neighbor must think I listen to nothing but Jim Jones because EVERYTIME he opens his door I am playing "We Fly High." Oh well. Ballin'!

Well....today I am 22. Old!!! And its Martin Luther King day, so happy MLK Day! I am honored to share a birthday with such a fantastic dude.


Bithday #1

And 21 birthdays later...

(Now that I have a macbook my favorite pastime is taking pictures of myself, however, most of them look more like this...)

Yeah it's my birthday and I'm sitting in my apartment drinking PBR (I don't even like beer!) by myself feeling bloated and fat, listening to old Atmopshere and wondering what the fuck I am doing anymore! It's a fucking pity party!!! Don't feel too bad for me though, I just got back from a long weekend in Colorado snowboarding with my dad. It was pretty cute. Father-daughter bonding, you know. I got to go to my favorite restaurant, Rasta Pasta--it's a combination of Jamaican and Italian food, is absolutely delicious, and oddly enough the owner is from PA. And I also got to go to my favorite bar, The Silver Dollar Saloon in Leadville. The Silver Dollar is probably the coolest place ever. It opened in the 1800s and is a mix between an Old West saloon and an Irish pub. There's all kinds of cool memorabelia on the walls, like pictures of real hangings from back in the day, and Molly Brown of Titanic fame, who was from Leadville. Annnnd the jukebox is amazing--stocked with that old solid country gold. Mmmmhmmm.

Let's see, what else...there wasn't a letter waiting for me when I got home, like I thought. Hmmph. This boy needs to come home. I HATE THE FUCKING MILITARY. (the organization, not the people, obviously)

I am lonely. Boohooooooo.

Someone please come over with a bottle of Jack or Jim and I will cook you yummy foods and we will have a dance party and possibly paint each other's toenails and call boys and hang up! And maybe (platonically!) spoon because my bed is conspicuously empty! Who's in???

Despite how the previous paragraphs might sound...I think I have realized a lot of things in Brian's absence. That is, I am actually okay by myself. I don't need anyone to complete me; I'm a whole person, thanks. It's more like I'd like someone to complement me. Not complete.

Things are gonna toughen up when that sum'bitch gets back home. And by things I mean me. I'm not putting up with anymore bullshit, that's for sure.


I pretty much need this shirt. And if Shooter Jennings came with it, that would be a great bonus.

I am fucking weird tonight! I think it's time to stop.

Love,
Monroe