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[Ralphie and the Crunchy Cookie Incident.]
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Ralphie May = Funny Shit. |
[!-- Quomodo angelus scit? --]
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Truly, there are fewer things as precious as a cicada mating with your thigh! Oh, Midwest, so full of gems!
I claimed that updates would arrive following "Viva la Bam," and that was quite some time ago. I s'pose I have three weeks to recall, now. Joy.
As most know, Sean and I headed to Ft. Myers, Florida on May 5th to visit family, eat seafood, drink margaritas, endure hangovers, endure hangovers whilst among screaming youngsters, and, of course, sit on the beach.
I am still white as a ghost, for those of you concerned about my milky complexion. I did not tan, though I think a few freckles hitched a ride on I-75, both ways.
Now, also, I am employed, full-time -- benefits and all, praise Jesus -- at a local press. Go me. I wasn't sure whether the job was mine. The first interview went well; the second was on the shaky side. To my surprise, I was called back for a third -- a lunch just seven hours after I had returned to Cincinnati via sixteen hour drive straight from Ft. Myers. I drank three or four cups of coffee out of necesity and prayed that any questions wouldn't require too much quick thinking.
My office is quite empty. Only a few books, supplies, and a pc. I'm sure things will amass over the next few weeks, so I am currently enjoying the lack of clutter at work, as I am all too familiar with mess and disorganization and "stuff" in my own living space.
I could go into details concerning my vacation and my new job and the fact that Bob, though I no longer see him every day (poo), still manages to disgust me via email with various mental images of people I'd rather not see naked (see, Bob is truly, truly a bringer of joy). But, I'm not feeling very much in the "show-n-tell" or "summer vacation" mood, and I'm sure I'll provide snippets in future updates and whatnot. |
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