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- 13:19 Eating pancakes. #likeaboss #
- 20:56 Ah, Houston. I don't expect to leave you again this year. The next time I leave should be the penultimate time. #
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This one goes around every year. I figure I’ll start this time.
Well, I went to the west coast, New York City, and managed to sit around the house doing absolutely nothing.
Most people who know me know that I’m not the kind of guy who does that.
Not that I recall.
simons_flower. *sniff*
Still didn’t leave the country, but aside from visiting East Texas, Austin, and the Metroplex, I managed to see San Diego, California, drove through Louisiana, Missisippi, Alabama, Georgia, South Carolina, and North Carolina (and stayed in the Charlotte area for a week), had layovers in Northern Virginia and Chicago, and visited New Jersey and New York.
A job. My own place.
Most of these are travel related.
Losing 78 pounds.
Not getting a job.
Actually, I got better. Losing a lot of weight will do that.
I didn’t do much buying this year. Things were bought for me.
My own. Did I mention the fact that I lost 78 pounds?
Hiring managers: they didn’t hire me. The Yankees for winning the World Series.
I never had any in the first place, but we’ll just say video games and call it good.
The prospect of getting a job. Multiple times. I was always disappointed.
“Fireflies” by Owl City. A crap song for a crap year.
Sadder.
Thinner.
Poorer. Much poorer
Resume spamming. Working.
Doing nothing.
I spent it with my sister’s in-laws in the Metroplex.
No.
This is a stupid question. I don’t do that kind of thing.
I don’t watch much TV. That said, The Office and 30 Rock remain favorites.
Nope.
Molly Lewis and Paul and Storm.
A trip to all three American coastlines. A walk in a city larger than my hometown. Seeing an accumulation of snow–on three separate occasions, including a white Christmas. Obtaining my weight goals.
A job.
Star Trek. The title should say pretty much everything you need to know.
I was 25. I had an ice cream cake.
Getting a job.
For the first half, clothes that were too small. For the second half, clothes that were too big.
Sane? Me?
I’m not into that kind of thing. I prefer to fancy people closer to me.
Everyone. They were all so far away.
I didn’t meet many new people that stuck around.
It doesn’t matter how bad it is now. It will find a way to get worse. There’s just no hope.
It’s hard out here for a pimp.