What can really happen in five months anyway? Summer never has been my favorite.

Angie and I decided a trip to Vegas was in order in May. Neither of us got married nor rich and overall the trip was far tamer than it should have been. Have you seen the women in Vegas? Good God.

I’ve been subjected to multiple ass rapings with the business end of a meat tenderizer courtesy of Duluth employers. Thanks, Duluth. Oh yeah, and go fuck yourself.

Lenny died on Friday the thirteenth of the July and we replaced him two weeks later with Charley. Who knew a dying cat and an itty bitty kitten would be so different?

I broke up with Darren. I guess that’s something. Not a single thing has changed, but he no longer carries the boyfriend title. Baby steps.

I become an aunt next week! Exciting, yes, very. My brother becomes a father next week. Terrifying, yes, probably more so.

I was going to join the rest of my former co-workers in Bloomington in September if I hadn’t found employment in Duluth by then (now). Somehow in the past couple of months I have stopped hating my job so much and I have almost been enjoying it. I know, right? I’ve been relishing in the fact that everyone there hates their jobs. Also, I have used my beer-chugging skills to impress the new GM. And people thought my one real talent would never get my anywhere. Ha!

Five months of my life and all I can come up with is 247 words. I’m going to have to work on this.