It’s 2:46 in the afternoon. I’ve parked myself outside this neighborhood pub to catch up on some much-needed blogging. I’ve been MIA. I have been slightly distracted by some meaningless diversions lately, creating a slight bump in the road. I’ve spent too much time at my local hang out and forgetting about the thing that I love doing the most. This.

What has been happening since the short time I’ve been gone?

My bestie moved back to Iowa.

My bestie moved back to Chicago.

I went mildly crazy.

I went on a lot of dates.

I drank a lot of Jameson.

I fell in love.

I fell out of love.

I hurt someone.

I became a complete asshole.

I ate at McDonald’s. A lot.

I drank a significant amount of Red Bull.

I drank a significant amount of Root Beer.

I dyed my hair and got an awkward haircut.

I bought a mac and an ipod touch and a new camera.

My dog pooed on my rug out of spite.

My dog got into my garbage out of pure hatred.

The funny thing about this, it happened a week. Just a week. I’m still in recovery. I really really wanted to see how much trouble I could get into on my own, without my sidekick. Turns out, I get into a whole lot more when she’s gone.

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