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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