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Tuesday, March 19, 2002
Ah crap. It's been almost a week since the last post and I have no excuse. I'm sorry. That said, can we still be friends? If not, screw you.
Life has been uneventful, though quite full these past few days. Wally has been gone, so I've had the run of the P lately. I know I say that I want to own a bar some day, but everytime I find vomit in the urinals, I decide that it's ok that I don't right now. Some day when I'm independently wealthy (more than I am now I mean), I might get into the business, but for now I'll remain content with the knowledge that I am the best there is among those of us still doing it. (*note* I add "among those still doing it" as a reference to JW. There has never been anyone better than that. Wouldn't that be something to see me and J behind the bar on a Friday night again? I get chills. We may have to start a letter campaign.)
The T's have a beautiful new house. I'd tell you all about it, but the main thing you need to know is that it has a second floor...where ALL of their stuff seems to go. Just kidding guys. Please don't be mad. I'll need your help in a few months.
Speaking of which, the lights have all been hung at the new house and everything looks great. I can't wait to move in.
I was wrong, the other thing you need to know about the T's house is that their neighbor might have a tendancy to fall down. That and he smells like the bathrooms at work. And if that can be taken in a good way at all, I didn't mean it as such. Wal-Mart smells better than that house. But that's mean, so I won't go on about his wife's upper lip.
Good Lord, it's time for bed.
Craig @ 11:36 PM
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