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January was the month of the shaft. My work, my boy, my family, my
health..all pretty much falling to shit. My grandma died a few weeks back-had to fly to Denver for the funeral. I fantasized daily about flipping off the insurance and just getting a new job because it really is just that bad. Now that I have it, I am going to wait for the dramatic breakdown and just leave when it becomes too much again. Definitely in March I will be finding greener grass to wipe my feet upon.
February started out with me getting the front seat jerk-off from an old
crush of mine. I expect less and less with every little encounter these
days; men can be transient beasts. I have contemplated going back to
being the kissing bandit, but don’t want to make that much investment
into the world around me. I am back at the same place I have been in
winters past; wanting to keep my bed warm, but just thinking about the
possibilities that spring has to offer.
In July me and my new best friend Valerie (not Francis, but Valerie) are
going cross country for about 6 weeks. I need to do a new poll to take
tips on where to hit; we want to be at small town parades to whatever the fuck rocks your world. Music is a common theme we will be visiting, as well as truck stops. We’re getting a CB so we have people to talk to late night. The whole trip is a goodbye to raucous young adulthood; both of us are returning to school this fall.
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