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So the conversation I'd been waiting to have was had.
And for a pittance in the grand scheme of things- I was able to free myself once and for all of all annoyances from a previous experience.
Yes that's right. If you are a big enough pain in the ass, someone just might write you a big check to "just get the hell out of here as quickly as possible."
And within a matter of days- I can return to the point I was at when she had first left. Comfortable, content, and quite intent on kick starting my life again.
In the mean time, life will consist of the following thigs:
Beer. Yes. Today we give thanks to the good Lord for barley, from which we get the most divine of spirits. Let us give praise to the almighty for what we call- Beer.
Organic Pizza. Amy's to be exact. I love that stuff.
Driving at high speeds in a controlled enviornment. "Always safe but never slow."
Focusing on getting the dudes I manage to the "next level"
Not getting the crap kicked out of me at the gym.
Enjoying the last few weeks where my wet suit can handle the temperature- and riding those mean waves right up to the point where you are dumped on the beach, sail off your board, and go from looking really cool to completely idiotic in a matter of seconds.
Going to Mohegan Sun on October 7th and making Mucho Dinero from my second favorite vice- gambling on fights.
Knocking the dust off something. lol.
Watching football without anyone telling me how lame the sport is.
Playing fantasy football, without anyone telling me how stupid my friends are. I know they're stupid. You don't need to tell me, I remind them on a regular basis. Of course I'm the one who drafted Peyton Manning.....so I guess it cuts both ways.
Maybe purchasing a season pass to all the mountains within the Great American Ski Company's holdings.
Laughing. Laughing some more, and then one more laugh so my ass can fall off.
Buying a new bed- cause the current one just ain't cutting it.
Finally killing that damn squirrell that has woken me up for the past three days every morning in the tree outside my room, skreeching. He's got a date with a BB gun in his future. But I'll wait until I get the new bed first, maybe I'll be able to sleep through his obnoxiousness. But I doubt it. That noise is worse than nails on a chalkboard to me.
Perhaps meeting some of you fine people.
Re-connecting with some more old friends.
Making someone go "OH-OH-OH-OH". Who might that lucky person be? lol. If you know, please inform me.
Doing all the work on my car that needs to be done- and doing it myself, while taunting my Dad that I am a better mechanic than him. He hates when I come to his house to use his tools, and then taunt him. But that makes it more fun.
And finally- getting on with the rest of my life.
9/30/2005 8:54 pm
Well I guess that about covers it, huh |
10/1/2005 3:06 pm
Just about- yes. |