May 23, 2006 10:00
I’m going home in about ten days. I won’t know what to do with myself, I’m sure. This entire year has passed so quickly, it’s bizarre. It seems as though when you get older; years, months, weeks, hours; just fly by. I feel like I haven’t learned anything of the slightest importance. I have nothing to show for this year other than a lot of facebook pictures. Bah. I need to find a job in Rocky Mount. Any suggestions? I refuse to work in food service ever again, btw.
When I get back you should totally hit me up on the cell.
PS
Liz, I’m seriously going to fucking kidnap you. I’ll drag you away from your Raleigh prison, and keep you next to me forever. I miss you, and we have TONS to catch up on. You be good, and for the love of God, call me sometime.
Laterz.