My throat is a raging battle zone of illness. I hurt.
LIfe plan is in progress. Had my interview at Calhoun Cycle today...really hope it works out. I'm supposed to find out beginning of next week.
Connor and I went out to celebrate his birthday last night and came to the conclusion that we're going to move in together. There're a lot of cool 1 bedrooms around Whittier/Stevens for really cheap. I'm shooting for the under $600/month range.
(BTW, the bedroom will not be shared. I'll most likely be relegated to the living room space, as Connor hasn't had a bedroom for like 2 years). I personally think there should be a ladies first rule, but whatever. I can deal. Last night we were a little buzzed up and making crazy plans to learn French together and go to Paris next year. That would be intense/amazing, depending on how well we end up getting along, cooped up together.
So my summer of self-improvement and biking and living cheap is becoming a real possibility. This is good.
God, I'm so sick. I hope I can make it through Voltage. Might have to take some of the oxycodone I've hoarded. Maybe starting now. Anchors aweigh!
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After being consummed by the gaping maw of Charybdis herself, I will almost certainly be ceremoniously, gloriously belched onto the deck of a passing ship, to while away my remaining days as a bonified Wench of the Sea.
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you best be sharing that shit. then we will have to instate a 1 beer limit.
yea. he's had living room duty for years. anyway - live with connie, that'd be awesome. i'd visit frequently. imagine the awful academic discussions about how our educations have "gone to our heads"
hahaa ok im ending there. that pun was too great.
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