Last published: July 2? Really? I guess there's no time like the present...

Now that my internet seems to be working (and by that, I mean I have hijacked someone's wireless), I might be able to get back into the swing of this. It's annoying, isn't it, how all my blogs start with how I'm going to blog more often. Fuck it. Let's talk about life.

What's new, what's new... I broke up with Darren for real a couple of months ago and have been working on making bad decisions since, it seems. I got an interview AND a second interview for a job in Duluth, then the assholes shot me down. I was first runner up, but I don't even think I'd get the title of Registration Specialist in Continuing Eduction even if the princess died. One vacation day and one sick day later, I am back to CMD at old reliable. Sons of bitches.

My first group as CMD is the Chicago Bears. What a wretched twist of fate that I end up with the highest maintenance group of the year as my first. It all seems to be going well for now, but I might be crying by this time Saturday.

Because of the Bears, I will be spending my very first Thanksgiving away from home. I'm not happy about it, but I guess that's what happens when you grow up. Let me just say that being a grownup is totally over-rated in addition to being super fucking stupid. I plan to spend my Thanksgiving watching movies, perhaps finiishing my awful book, taking naps and generally preparing myself for the eight long days of work ahead. I have had some offers from pretty random folks asking me if I'd like to spend Thanksgiving with their families...Darren, Yatta, Katie, Michael the restaurant server, Kristi, Tuna, Betty, John's girlfriend Becky... WEIRD. I feel loved, though, and that will be enough to keep my from crying all day tomorrow.

Shit, I haven't even blogged since Angie got engaged and since Taylor turned one, which happened just a couple of weeks apart. Funny how life just keeps going even when I don't document it. Just so I never forget, I was making m&m cookies, topless, when Angie called to tell me she was engaged. Actually, what she said was, "Red, how couldn't you tell me?!" It sure wasn't easy, Nij. Then i jumped up and down and dropped the phone and cried. My emotions caught me completely by surprise. I knew it was coming, but damn...little Nij getting hitched. She moved in with the beyonce this weekend and I cried a lot my last weekend at her apartment. The good times had in that apartment are countless and I only say countless because I was too drunk to remember most of them.

Speaking of drunk, I went to a tequila bar for the first time in my life tonight. And do you know what I drank there? A whole mess of Coors Light. That's how I roll.

Let's do this again sometimes soon, blog.