"Well, I'm back," seems somewhat apropos.

God spoke to me in a dream and told me to get my damn ass back online again. And when God tells you to do something, you don’t say no. So here I am, with my beloved DSL back, no job, immunization shots looming over my head, a bunch of new friends, a couple of drunk nights and a lot of interesting stories to tell.

Want to know where I’ve been and what I’ve been up to? Here follows a brief summary of my summer exploits, as told in a letter to Jeannette, who’s chillin’ in Iraq right now.

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Post letter news: Got fired last Friday (for not making standard, but whatever) and went to staff night yesterday anyway.

"Well, I'm back," seems somewhat apropos.

God spoke to me in a dream and told me to get my damn ass back online again. And when God tells you to do something, you don’t say no. So here I am, with my beloved DSL back, no job, immunization shots looming over my head, a bunch of new friends, a couple of drunk nights and a lot of interesting stories to tell.

Want to know where I’ve been and what I’ve been up to? Here follows a brief summary of my summer exploits, as told in a letter to Jeannette, who’s chillin’ in Iraq right now.

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Post letter news: Got fired last Friday (for not making standard, but whatever) and went to staff night yesterday anyway.

Whoops

I totally forgot about the Olympic Opening Ceremony thing tonight.

Shit, I always like to watch that stuff. Oh, well. I've had an enjoyable evening reading CSI fanfic and surfing every damn website under the sun for a fringe tiara.

The Queen of England can have one, but apparently they don't make them for the common riffraff. Bah.

On a "Now at 11" type note, I got trashed last night. Some highlights include singing Goodbye Earl (at the same bar, again) with Megan, and Andrew joining in; Megan falling asleep in Shayna's flowerbed; Solomon break dancing; me sitting in a puddle for no apparent reason and then getting pissed that someone let me do that; Josh asking me "WWAD, Feather? What Would Aragorn Do?" as he dragged my ass back across the street; putting Chrissy to bed and waking Shayna's mom up by accident; falling asleep on Shayna's couch; driving home barefoot because my shoes were all wet.

Smirnoff Triple Black tastes alot better when you're already drunk then it does when you start out drinking it.

Solomon barfed chicken wings all over the arm of his chair. Ewwww. Why do people always throw up chicken wings? That's the second time I've run into someone doing that. It's so, so gross.

I love my [ex] co-workers.

Whoops

I totally forgot about the Olympic Opening Ceremony thing tonight.

Shit, I always like to watch that stuff. Oh, well. I've had an enjoyable evening reading CSI fanfic and surfing every damn website under the sun for a fringe tiara.

The Queen of England can have one, but apparently they don't make them for the common riffraff. Bah.

On a "Now at 11" type note, I got trashed last night. Some highlights include singing Goodbye Earl (at the same bar, again) with Megan, and Andrew joining in; Megan falling asleep in Shayna's flowerbed; Solomon break dancing; me sitting in a puddle for no apparent reason and then getting pissed that someone let me do that; Josh asking me "WWAD, Feather? What Would Aragorn Do?" as he dragged my ass back across the street; putting Chrissy to bed and waking Shayna's mom up by accident; falling asleep on Shayna's couch; driving home barefoot because my shoes were all wet.

Smirnoff Triple Black tastes alot better when you're already drunk then it does when you start out drinking it.

Solomon barfed chicken wings all over the arm of his chair. Ewwww. Why do people always throw up chicken wings? That's the second time I've run into someone doing that. It's so, so gross.

I love my [ex] co-workers.