I miss you.

You know who you are.

[ooc://Still on hiatus. Just posting this for posterity--and to attempt to get myself back in an RP state of mind. We'll see if it works.]

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Unf.

Dates are weird.

Being single yet again does not hurt as much as I thought it would.

That is the way the Oreo cookie crumbles.

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I think I am out of Oreos, actually. I should probably go to the grocery store already before Karkat yells at me because he is grouchy and not fed to his satisfaction.

I went back to work today.

It felt weird and foreign to be back behind a desk and then hours later be behind a bar counter serving drinks.

I have missed being industrious.

I have a date with Jack Daniels.

It is going to be glorious.

Today is my birthday.

I am twenty-three.

Nobody has wished for it to be a happy one.

C'est la vie.

I have a week for vacation.

I have never taken a vacation off work in my entire life.

What the fuck does one do on a vacation.

I didn't think much of it at the time, but about a week ago almost, a young man came to the apartment asking for Karkat. Given by the suitcases, I thought perhaps he might have been a really adorable, young travelling salesman. Karkat was in India and hadn't told me to expect any visitors or friends, so I'm guessing he hadn't planned this ( Read more... )

And some people think heirs to billion dollar international conglomerates are afraid to pick up a hammer...

I will enjoy squandering this misconception.

...Who all else is going to be there? Would be nice to know at least one person.