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The Constants:
Weight loss debacle.
Near disastrous financial situation.
Flirting with the arts.
Relationship with thoughts of jetpacks.
New Thangs:
So I've settled into a new house, a new job, new classes, and a vaguely friendly city called Gainesville. Two of my roommates are hairy balls of humor and irreverence that I am fitting into nicely. Been hanging with the ever so OCD firecracker Kevin constantly, which is always a pleasant necessity. I am the child of the house, with Shane and AJ being the erratic parents. We've been watching True Blood and other progressively minded HBO shows (camp stories with tits in them, really) like a threeway married couple. I've been cooking incessantly and feeding the boys. Red vinegar and garlic will make tomato and tofu the greatest thing to touch your mouth this side of Zimmern's gay inner-self. Anywho.
This will be the year that everything dies and a pathetic gunslinger will rise.
Yup.
PS. For those of you who have no plans for Halloween weekend, come to my house and you'll have a place here. This smelly excursion called "The Fest" is also happening, if that tickles your fancy. Beds and warm food will be provided. I'm looking at you Orlando and Tallahassee.
Weight loss debacle.
Near disastrous financial situation.
Flirting with the arts.
Relationship with thoughts of jetpacks.
New Thangs:
So I've settled into a new house, a new job, new classes, and a vaguely friendly city called Gainesville. Two of my roommates are hairy balls of humor and irreverence that I am fitting into nicely. Been hanging with the ever so OCD firecracker Kevin constantly, which is always a pleasant necessity. I am the child of the house, with Shane and AJ being the erratic parents. We've been watching True Blood and other progressively minded HBO shows (camp stories with tits in them, really) like a threeway married couple. I've been cooking incessantly and feeding the boys. Red vinegar and garlic will make tomato and tofu the greatest thing to touch your mouth this side of Zimmern's gay inner-self. Anywho.
This will be the year that everything dies and a pathetic gunslinger will rise.
Yup.
PS. For those of you who have no plans for Halloween weekend, come to my house and you'll have a place here. This smelly excursion called "The Fest" is also happening, if that tickles your fancy. Beds and warm food will be provided. I'm looking at you Orlando and Tallahassee.