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I'm not going to make a bunch of excuses for not posting in a long time. To be honest, I just didn't care enough.
I live alone. No roommates. It's good. The house is a ten minute bike-ride from Jessica's place, like four blocks, and a ten minute drive to work (I don't know if I've said this already previously, or not...whatever). I'm getting raises consistantly at my work as a dental tech. I like my job a lot. I'm on the fast track to growth there, I've got full benefits, I don't dislike anyone, it's stable, and secure. Life is good. We're scheduling our final pre-marital counseling session in January...(it's been almost a year since our last one, we've been waiting until we KNEW everything was ready) We set the "official" wedding date then. Looks like June. Over a year after the original date. Still, it sure gave us a lot of prep time. It's amazing the patience God can instill in a person.
I'm posting this because I'm not really sure who I'm going to invite of my "old life" to the wedding. My rule of thumb is if I haven't talked to you in a year, you obviously don't care enough about me to be invite. It's not a cynical self-defeating thing, it's just sorta...trimming the fat. Please don't take offense. It's not like I've kept in regular touch myself, either.
But I felt, well, I owed at least a few of you a chance to reopen the lines of communication. I lost almost all your numbers and email addresses. I'm not even sure you guys from FSU and such read this, so, hey, it's a long shot. But if you are interested, drop me an email at thegreenteagamer@gmail.com. It's my new one. I left the Sci nickname behind with the weed and sex in Tallahassee, so I figured I'd replace the email (Only reason I left this up is because I won't post regularly enough to make a new one). Plus I kept getting spam out the wazoo in the old email and I think someone hacked the account to get it to send out penis enlargement emails. Go figure.
Anyway, that's about it for...who knows how long.
I live alone. No roommates. It's good. The house is a ten minute bike-ride from Jessica's place, like four blocks, and a ten minute drive to work (I don't know if I've said this already previously, or not...whatever). I'm getting raises consistantly at my work as a dental tech. I like my job a lot. I'm on the fast track to growth there, I've got full benefits, I don't dislike anyone, it's stable, and secure. Life is good. We're scheduling our final pre-marital counseling session in January...(it's been almost a year since our last one, we've been waiting until we KNEW everything was ready) We set the "official" wedding date then. Looks like June. Over a year after the original date. Still, it sure gave us a lot of prep time. It's amazing the patience God can instill in a person.
I'm posting this because I'm not really sure who I'm going to invite of my "old life" to the wedding. My rule of thumb is if I haven't talked to you in a year, you obviously don't care enough about me to be invite. It's not a cynical self-defeating thing, it's just sorta...trimming the fat. Please don't take offense. It's not like I've kept in regular touch myself, either.
But I felt, well, I owed at least a few of you a chance to reopen the lines of communication. I lost almost all your numbers and email addresses. I'm not even sure you guys from FSU and such read this, so, hey, it's a long shot. But if you are interested, drop me an email at thegreenteagamer@gmail.com. It's my new one. I left the Sci nickname behind with the weed and sex in Tallahassee, so I figured I'd replace the email (Only reason I left this up is because I won't post regularly enough to make a new one). Plus I kept getting spam out the wazoo in the old email and I think someone hacked the account to get it to send out penis enlargement emails. Go figure.
Anyway, that's about it for...who knows how long.