Well, I guess when I'm happy, I stop blogging? I'm happy because I'm in love. Granted, for about a years worth of posts, I was in love with the same person, but - he loves me back. We're happy. Ahh...
Work has been interesting. My work has led me to rub shoulders with some interesting people, from documentarian Charlie Minn to 90s idiot, Pauly Shore. I have funny stories, but I'll probably get fired if I tell them. I know, how unfair is that?
I went to Mexico. There were bedbugs involved. Needless to say, it wasn't my favorite trip of all time. I'll take melting in a 145 degree hotel room in England over that shit any day.
I really wanted to write the word "Trust" there but realized what a douchebag I'd be if I did.
I guess I'm still a douche, as I kinda did that anyway.
I need some help from some Santeros. I think there's one who reads this blog from time to time who might be able to help me.
I should call her.
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