Ugh. So much shit rattling around in my brains.
I've been busy, busy enough to completely neglect you, my faithful readers. Granted, this is still likely far less busy than the average person, but for me it's meant a sacrifice in blogging, which I generally dedicate several hours of my day to. I'm pleased, however, to see that in my absence we've managed to push the comments on my last post to damn-near 20. You really love me.
Since we last gathered around these (poorly) strung together letters and words, I installed a brand-new stereo receiver in my truck (surprisingly not difficult), took a long bike ride to get my ass used to the sensation (I don't think it ever will), went to a housewarming party in Georgia's Rome (almost as good as the original, although they both have a language barrier for me) where the lady drank too much punch (turns out there is such a thing), made a solo return trip to the Peach State the very next day (not as many peaches as you might think; mostly pine trees and tire stores) to see my parents one last time before I shove west, planned a little five day Utah extravaganza with a friend that works in Canyonlands that I'll build into my journey, and generally found creative ways to put off all the stuff that I have to do in the next week to get ready before I leave.
Like make sure my truck is going to make it.
Re-build a bicycle.
Close one of my bank accounts.
Clean the fish tank.
Fashion anti-balling plates for my crampons from a plastic jug.
Pack.
Get my shit in order.
And I also want to leave you with some posts that are actually worth reading in the next week. I would have written one today, but nobody reads my blog on Fridays anyway. Hopefully come Monday I'll be inspired and have the time to sit down and make some funny.
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I went to Rome once, last year. I found the Italian food disappointing.
Why do you insist in calling me a nobody. If you post it before 3 p.m., I will read it. In fact, since they removed the ban on blogspot.com in the last few months, I can even post comments on Friday.
And what are anti-balling plates? I know what crampons are, but find it difficult to imagine being able to castrate yourself with your own feet. Also, I've always been lead by the hiphop media to believe that balling is a good thing.
I read it. I don't know if that's good or bad.
No worries, dude. You've got stuff going on. We understand- but next week you better quit the slacker act and leave us a fond farewell!
I'll be able to help you this weekend. I may sniffle a little when packing up your stuff, though.
I read your blog every day. Perhaps that makes me a loser with too much time on her hands. :)
I'm glad I got to see you before you left.
Good luck! I have confidence that you'll get it all done.
Courtney will be faking the sniffles (unless she has a cold or allergies). You know as well a I do that she's really looking forward to being able to crank up the stereo and recklessly dance her Irish jig in the nude to the Bangles.
The Bangles aren't good for jigging. Now, the Dropkick Murphys? That's good jiggin' music.
So, are you like completely leaving us when you go? I have abandonment issues, you know.
It is a good thing you are getting busy again, it's going to be rough for you to transition back into the working world.
I am glad you've been able to get so much done! Time for a farewell party!
Good luck with it all.
Seems like no matter where I am in my life, I always have a "to do" list lurking in my subconscience, and at the top it always says "get my shit in order".
How will I know when it can be checked off?
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