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Latest updates: I got a new job! Yeah, it's still as a corporate drone, but for a smaller company. This increases the chance that I will someday defeat the corporate mechanism, pull out the neural implants, and get out of the corporate world in favor of something non-profit. And someday, I will own a record store! I swear it! It's in Salem, MA, which is this cool little town by the ocean, and it's got this little pedestrian walkway in the middle of downtown, with sushi bars, and a comic shop, and record stores, and coffee houses, and an ice cream place, and random little restaurants, and an Iriah pub. Way better that the corporate park where I work now. It's also got the coolest used book store. Carla *sigh* wants to own a bookstore someday. She says that if she ever does, she'll call me and make me move to wherever she is to open up a record shop in the other side of her bookstore. You know... for someone who claims to have no feelings about anyone and not want to commit to anything, she talks a lot about me going to Seattle or her coming back to Boston. Also, for someone who claims not to me interested in having a physical relationship with me, she talks a lot about getting me all decked out in Gothic clothing (she wants me to wear bondage pants and a dog collar...) and taking me out to fetish night at Manray. She's an odd girl. I may never understand what she wants or means.
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Anyways, speaking of Carla, she's coming over to my place for dinner on Monday! This will be the first time that she's ever come over to my place, despite the fact that we've been hanging out for about six months. She's expressed an interest in my record collection, so the record player has been conveniently relocated to my bedroom. Hey, it can't hurt to put ideas in her head, right? I'm also going to make her chicken alfredo and veggies and homemade focaccia bread, and stuffed mushrooms (stuffed with sausage, artichokes, and celery. They're wicked good). I'll have to find something to make for dessert. *sigh* Dammit, I pull out all the stops for this girl, and I don't think she appreciates it. I mean, I even paid for her ticket to Paris. Maybe I'll be better off when she moves to Seattle. Maybe not.
The official face for how I feel when I think about Carla: