Content-free update

Erm...hey y'all. Been a while. Here's what happened: I had plans to do a big San Diego blog in order to bore everybody with the minute details of our vacation. I kept putting it off though, because I ended up telling those details to so many people in the days after the trip that I was actually boring myself. But I didn't want to blog anything else before I did the SD blog, because it seemed like it would be dumb then do go back and do it. I think it's become clear though that it's not happening at this point. In short, it was incredibly fun, we ate lots of good food and wore ourselves out seeing just about everything there is to see in San Diego. Here are my photos if you're interested and haven't seen them yet.

I haven't been up to much else since I last blogged, I'm sure. I'm hoping for a promotion at work but starting to think they might leave the job posted forever instead of giving it to anybody. I tried the Friday flavors at Pink Moon (new favorite: coconut). I've been watching a lot of 30 Rock. Finally found some dress pants that fit. Still itchy. You know me. Hopefully I'll be writing here more often; contain your excitement, kittens.

Can't Complain

Last night (Tuesday) I went to my first Nickel Creek concert at the LC Pavilion down in Columbus. There have been at least 2 other NC concerts over the past few years that I have intended to go to but missed; for the first one I couldn't find anyone to go with, and for the second I was having my first night of one of my first grad school classes at the same time as the concert. (If it had been later, clearly I would have bailed on library school in a heartbeat in favor of an awesome concert. Live and learn.)

Anyway, last night's concert was pretty much perfect. It was unbearably hot and humid all day (heat index in the low 100s) and threatened to storm, but when the concert started a strong breeze kicked up and not one drop of rain came down the whole time. The music was great. They played several of my favorite songs and did a couple of things that were new to me. One of the highlights was the hilarious "If You're Gonna Leave Me (Set Me Up With One of Your Friends)," including sweet lines like "Who'm I gonna take to the Grammys? Who'm I gonna make out with when I win? If you're gonna leave me, set me up with one of your friends." My other favorite moment was when the bassist clogged/tap-danced as percussion during one of the songs. That was awesome. Even the parts of the concert with Fiona Apple were really good. I hadn't listened to any of her music in a LONG time, so I didn't know most of her songs, but they did some great covers and a bluegrass version of Criminal. Nickel Creek was onstage playing during Fiona's parts of the concert, so I really couldn't have asked for more.

The only con, I think, was that people kept randomly screaming for Fiona. It seemed like there were a good number of people there just to see her, and a few of those people were kind of disrespectful to Nickel Creek. That got on my nerves because A.) it was pretty clear to me that it was mostly an NC concert with Fiona as a special guest, and B.) don't be rude, assholes.

Finally, I got some pretty good pictures since we were in the second row (SECOND ROW!!). They're not perfect since obviously it was dark and my camera's kind of a POS, but you get the idea. Check 'em out: concert pics.

My life is confusing

Today I was at work and a little girl (7 years old?) came up to me and said that she wanted to sign up for the kids' computers (this just involves writing your name on a sign-up sheet). I picked up the clipboard and asked her what her name was, so I could write it down. She said something along the lines of Devon ("duh-VAWN"), so I asked her how to spell it. She just kind of looked blankly at me, but it seemed like maybe she was reaching for the pencil, so I thought that perhaps she could write her name but was not sure how to spell it out loud.

I handed her the pencil and the clipboard; she hesitated for a minute, then proceeded to write in the 1:30 slot, in perfect neat handwriting, the word "butter." She then put the clipboard down and walked off to wait for her turn on the computer.

"Butter."

???

07-18-06

I remember a summer's day
I remember walking up to you
I remember my face turned red
And I remember staring at my feet
I remember before we met
I remember sitting next to you
And I remember pretending I wasn't looking...

-Yo La Tengo, "Our Way To Fall"

And I didn't speeyak, either!

So, this past weekend was rad. Friday night I went out with Bill and Dan to BW's, and Dan bought my drinks (BFF!). Saturday I ran some errands, and then it was party time! I had so much fun. I think I hung out with just about everybody at one point or another. The best parts were dancing, getting caked, and really just talking to people who had never seen me that drunk before (so, uh, pretty much everybody at the party). I just remember it being really hot and dark and fun in there; in my mind the night was one huge blur of faces and hysterical laughing. I know I had to get a knife taken away from me by 3 different people. I know I danced in ways that would embarrass me under other circumstances. I know I gave out insight into the female mind and that I laid in a big pile of dirt outside. I know that Bill, even when 90% passed out, is still able to construct the word "worrycakes" to describe me. I know I had fun. Other than that, you might have to refresh my memory.

I did notice that there are 2 things I tend to say over and over when I'm drunk. One is "Hey! Are we friends?!" This might seem logical at a party where I don't know some of the people that well, but I like to say it to people who I clearly am friends with; I mean, I remember saying it to Jared at least twice. The other thing is "You know what I like about you?" followed by a super random thing that I like about that person (see "You have freckles on your forearms!" and "You're exactly five feet tall! That is so great!" as examples). Man oh man. Even sober that sounds funny to me, but my mom has suggested that what I find funny might be really obnoxious to everybody else. If that is the case I apologize.

Anyway, I had a good time. I just wish I didn't have to work so many hours this week, cuz I could really use about 30 straight hours of sleep.

Pink moon gonna get you all

So. A lot has happened since I last wrote anything here. I meant to blog about finding a turtle in the woods. I meant to blog about falling off my bike at Hoover Dam and Bill almost crapping his pants as, shortly thereafter, I had what could have only been perceived at the time as a small seizure. I should blog about the fun things I've been doing lately, like Wicked and Red White and Boom.

But instead, I am going to blog about this: http://www.pinkmooncupcakes.com/

OMG OMG!!!1!ONEZORS!!! I am SO excited to try this place. Seriously, an all-cupcake bakery is like my dream come true. Looking at their website, I actually wondered if it would be a good move to try to get a job there, leave the library world, and spend the rest of my life making and selling cupcakes. I don't know what would make me happier than that; I know that sounds crazy, but I kind of mean it.

Unemploymentcakes

So, I didn't get that job that I interviewed for. I'm not surprised that I didn't get it, even though there is no actual REASON for me not to have gotten it. For the record they did actually email me last Thursday to let me know; I just didn't get it until today because they sent it to the email address marked on my application as "HEY SRSLY DON'T EMAIL ME HERE NOT MY ADDRESS OMG DON'T USE 4 CEREALZ!!!1!" Nice work.

I was excited for a minute because there's now a full-time position open at my current job, and I thought I was a total shoo-in. Today I came to my senses and realized that someone else is totally getting the job. Ugh. I know that I have to apply for it anyway, and I should at least get to interview for it, but that just makes it all the more irritating and embarrassing when I have to walk around the place knowing that I interviewed for and got denied a job that I in effect am already doing for less pay and no benefits.

On that note, it's time for a snack and some relaxation; I have to be up in 9 hours to go back to the job I just got home from. Eh.

More places I will never go

HEY GUYS! I really want to go here: The Movie Tavern at Mill Run. This used to be the awesome Cinemark Movies 12; I used to misbehave there as a wee lass of 11 or 12. By the time I was in high school all the cool kids were going to Easton and the Lennox, so Movies 12 kind of fell by the wayside. Business had picked back up again with the pre-drivers' license set in recent years, but apparently it got sold and turned into this place where you eat your dinner while you watch the movie. I know it seems like it might not be the best idea, and I wouldn't want to go there all the time, but I would really like to at least try it. Any takers? I was thinking it would be a good place to see an Ocean's 13 type movie; something not too serious that doesn't require your constant attention.

Here are some other places I want to go this summer:
New India Restaurant on Bethel (lunch buffet!)
Hooters
United Skates of America
Bowling (wherever)
Magic Mountain
The Book Loft
Karaoke (wherever)

So, seriously, let me know if any of these places interest you and we will try to plan something. I am like oh-for-a-billion so far on my big summer plans. I am not good at arranging things, but I have big ideas! Haha. Not really.

Lolz 'n' linkz

Last week I was on Slate, with the sole intention of reading Dear Prudence--I've lately developed a seriously unstable obsession with reading advice columns, blogs, and forums. Please feel free to make suggestions as to what that says about my psyche. Uh, anyway. I happened to see this column called "You cannot resist lolcats," and, seeing as how I in fact cannot resist said lolcats, I clicked on it.

The slide show isn't super informative, but it does have some interesting tidbits. For example, I was surprised and strangely excited to see people writing about lolcat grammar. I also discovered the hilarious saga of the lolrus--read it from the bottom up if you're not familiar with the story. And finally, because somebody out there loves me, I discovered that there is such a thing as the lolbrarian: post some fucking catalogers! God, how I love that. What tiny portion of the population loves lolcats and also gets librarian jokes? Not enough, I say.

One other link that I wanted to post (hopefully I didn't already do this) is to this page, where you can view a list of Texas death row inmates' last meal requests, going as far back as the 80s. I don't know why, but I could read that for hours. I find it incredibly fascinating. You probably don't, but that's why this is my blog and not yours.

I'm buggin out! I'M BUGGIN OUT!

I have entomophobia: fear of insects. Please don't try to reasonably explain to me why I shouldn't be afraid of bugs; it's a phobia. It's a natural psychological response to piss down your leg at the sight of a little bug, okay? The main object of my phobia these days is the common house centipede, or, as I like to call it, "satanpede." What you may not know about the satanpede is that it can run at speeds up to 90 mph, smells fear, and carries a tiny switchblade in each one of its many hands. Also: can read your thoughts, and eats babies. Those may seem like hilarious jokes to you, but if you read that article I linked to you'll find the following information:

"[Satanpedes] capture prey by half pouncing and half lassoing them. They can capture several prey items at one time. They feed on one specimen while holding the others with their quivering, lashing appendages."

SEE?! Tiny lassoes! These fuckers mean business. The worst thing is that the only solution I've found to getting rid of them (besides calling an exterminator, which, like, I'm poor) is to put down glue traps along the baseboards, where they like to run. Because, if you're terrified of something, the best way to deal with it is to be forced to stare at its lifeless, decaying carcass stuck to a puddle of glue for a week. Jesus. I can't fucking win.

I do have to say: the capper to this whole entry is that I noticed on the Wikipedia entry for "-phob," under "psychological conditions," claustrophobia is listed as "fear of Santa Claus." That is so rad. I know I should be all, "that is an inappropriate use of this resource," but whatever, it's so funny.

Dusty Corners

I CLEANED MY ROOM!!

For realsies, I did. It's not totally done yet. I didn't get to the "normal" cleaning stuff like tidying up the top of my desk and dresser, but I did the REAL stuff. I had 3 boxes and a set of plastic drawers that had not been unpacked since I moved in, and I finally went through them and found all of them to be extraneous save for one box of school supply type stuff. So those are gone. I brought back down the kitchen chair that I took up there months ago to stand on for spider-killing. Most importantly, I somehow fixed the closet door that I broke, like, five minutes after we moved in. This whole time I haven't really had access to the whole left side of my closet, which was a big obstacle/excuse for my room being so messy. I couldn't get into it so I didn't make use of the space, and then I let that kitchen chair sit there in the middle of the floor forever because it wasn't technically blocking anything useful, blahblahblahomgI'msolazy. People always tell me that I will feel better if I just get stuff like this done and out of the way. It turns out that they are right, but don't think I have learned my lesson. I never learn.

On a totally separate note, I heard two songs today that I strongly associate with last summer: Snow Patrol's "Hands Open" and "Stop I'm Already Dead" by...is it Deadboy and the Elephant Men? "Hands Open" is actually on a CD I just burned, and it makes me think of last summer when I always had it in my head and used to sing it during Online Info Systems while goofing around OCLC with Erica. As for "Stop I'm Already Dead..." well, if you don't know the story there then there's no point explaining it, but again: good times. The point is, all this reminds me that last summer was a lot of fun. I started hanging out more with new people (Jared and Erica, specifically--then there was The Bill Fiasco, as I like to call it, later in the summer) and I was pretty much always busy doing fun things or working tons of extra hours or taking my hellacious (but fun, in retrospect) classes. I want this summer to be amazing. I feel like I can make it happen, but I'm pretty zoned out right now so it may take some prodding. So, dear readers, I'm asking you to do your part to help make this summer the Summer of Summers. You can contribute in any way you see fit. Together, we CAN make a difference.

I thank you.

A Near Cat-astrophe

Sunday night, 8 pm: I get done eating dinner with my family and decide to check my voicemail. Bad news: Fudgems has gotten out of the apartment and is on the run. I immediately call Becky back to get the scoop. Turns out that Fudgems bolted out the door (he can bolt, apparently), trotted around the yard for a bit, and then took off; a neighbor says he saw him run across the main road. I immediately start crying at the prospect of stupid crazy Fudgems out in the world...surely there is no way he can make it back home.

9:30 pm: I make it back to the apartment. The place is lit up like a Christmas tree, all the windows and doors open, Friskies everywhere. Good thinking. If anything will bring Fudgems back, it's Friskies. Becky has looked and looked, but there's no sign of him anywhere. We remember that it's supposed to start storming on Monday or Tuesday. This is not good news. Storms will ruin both our fliers and our cat's fragile psyche: he's afraid of thunder. The clock is ticking. We put a box out on the front porch with a towel in it. A nap and Friskies! How can he resist?

10:30 pm: He resists. Becky gives up and goes to bed. I continue sitting on the couch/peering out the window for over an hour. Various people offer me tips and support over IM, up to and including an offer of a slightly smaller replacement Fudgems.

11:50 pm: I hear something bump against the back screen door. I get up and go into the kitchen, and what do I see through the door? Fudgems! He found the Friskies on the patio! Unfortunately, he sees me too and freaks out. He swerves toward the patio gate, then changes his mind and books it under the fence. This is an odd and un-Fudgems-like move. He looks stealthy...svelte, even. Has six hours on the streets changed him already? I'm trying to pry the stick out of the door and get the handle unlocked, but he's gone. I go outside and call him, shake the food...nothing. I put my shoes on and go out into the yard with a flashlight, but it's like he was never there. I don't want to go inside with him so close, but there's nothing else I can do. I feel slightly better that at least he knows where he lives. Maybe we'll get him after all.

12:15 am: Bed.

1:00 am: Just as I'm drifting off to sleep I'm awakened by horrible cat-yowling outside the window, and several houses away a dog starts barking frantically. I know it's Fudgems, but he's too far away. I have to lie down and go back to sleep.

4:45 am: The same cat-yowling, but much closer this time. I sit up and put my face to the window, and see Fudgems down on the patio. He is getting wailed on by...himself? There are two Fudgemses down there, locked in battle. I call his name through the window, and the Fudgems doppelganger freezes, looks up at me, then takes off under the fence. It's the cat from before! Regular Fudgems makes a beeline for the sliding door; the racket woke up Becky too, and she's already down there to let him in. By the time I get out of my room, Fudgems is trotting up the stairs for a pat. Becky and I wonder for a second if we let the wrong cat in--maybe Fudgems got away, and this is the evil twin. Luckily we're interrupted by the familiar sound of Fudgems heaving himself up on the dresser and planting his face in his bowl of food. Yep, that's him. He's back.

Monday, 2:09 pm: Stupid, fat, bipolar, clumsy, grouchy, awesome Fudgems is sitting at the bottom of the stairs, licking his business. Everything is back to normal.

I want I want I want

-I want to learn to draw
-I want to wear outrageous things
-I want to take pictures that will make other people's stomachs get all twisty and jealous
-I want to feel accomplished at the end of the day
-I want to read more
-I want to clean this place up
-I want to get up and go

Just for the record.

Keeneland blog coming soon, I promise. I know you're on the edge of your freaking seat.

Long lines can be taxing

I finally mailed my federal tax stuff in today. Yes, on the last possible day. Believe it or not, I usually do get that stuff in earlier, but this year I had kind of started it and then forgot about it. In any case, I drove over to the post office thinking that it would be pretty quick to drop it in the mail. I didn't have any stamps, but I figured I would just buy one from the vending machine, no problem. Well, the stupid single stamp part of the machine was sold out. Sold out! On tax day. Do they not realize that a shit-ton of people are going to be coming in needing a stamp today? That is ridiculous. I finally decided that I would just suck it up and buy a whole book of stamps, even though I almost never use them. I soon realized, however, that the stupid machine gives you dollar coins as change, and I only had a 20 on me. I do not want 12 stupid dollar coins in my wallet, and I do not want to have to spend the next two weeks explaining what a dollar coin is every time I try to buy something..."No, really, it's a real coin. It's a dollar. No, I know it kind of looks like a quarter, but I promise you, it's a dollar. Like, a regular dollar. No, no, you don't need to call your supervisor over..." God. So I got in line, like a chump. I think I was the only person there mailing their tax stuff, but the line was hella long. Everyone had packages. Maybe you don't mail your package on tax day, ok? It's kind of a big day for the post office. It's gonna be busy. Wait till tomorrow.

Personally, I prefer Nacho Cheese Pretzel

Am I wasting my life? I did absolutely nothing today other than go to work and sit around. This blog entry is a check in the productivity column, even though writing in my stupid blog is pretty damn unproductive itself.

Well. As is tradition for me, I got CDs in my Easter basket (yes, I still get an Easter basket). I got Amy Winehouse (Back to Black), The Fratellis (Costello Music), and Mika (Life in Cartoon Motion). So far I have only really listened to the Mika CD, and it is great! Seriously, check it out. I was afraid that it would be too fluffy and silly, but then I listened to it and realized that there's no such thing. "Lollipop" in particular is like the trippiest, dumbest, best song I've heard in forever, and I've listened to "Any Other World" about a million times already.

Speaking of music...first off, if I have any CDs that you think you might be interested in, just let me know and I will gladly hook you up. I know I've told a bunch of people recently "Oh, I have that!" but I know I'll forget to lend/burn them for you if I'm not reminded. Secondly, it would be awesome if everyone who reads this would rec me one song/album/artist that you haven't heard me talk about but think I would like. Just ONE. C'mon, there have to be like three to five people reading this...I know you have it in you!

Ok, I had other things to say but I'll save them for later, because these entries always get sooo long anyway. But I did want to mention one thing: The number of people coming into the library who smell like pepperoni pizza Combos is troubling. I just had to get that off my chest.

Hip to Stitch

Ok, I have a new imaginary hobby! You know, like those other million hobbies I've had that I talk about and read about but never actually pick up...remember origami, and quilting, and making funny t-shirts, etc etc etc? Well today's fake hobby of the day is: embroidery! Yay! I am so looking forward to not embroidering things! But no, seriously, I think I might actually do it, at least for a little bit. For one thing, it seems pretty easy. Also, it's versatile--I can do clothes or things for around the house like pillows or towels or whatever. I can also be creative and come up with my own designs. Finally, I actually have all the stuff I need. I have a shit-ton of embroidery floss (from an old imaginary hobby of making friendship bracelets), and my mom gave me the proper needles and a hoop. I'm going to try to look at some books and see if I can get into it. I think embroidered stuff is so cute. Maybe this hobby will actually stick. Here's hoping.

I would also like to take this opportunity to officially register my displeasure in missing both the David Sedaris and Ben Folds appearances that are coming up soon. Sedaris is coming to Springfield on the 9th (I think) and Ben Folds is playing OWU's Springfest on the 14th. Technically I could go to both of these things, but a combination of feeling like I don't have anyone who wants to go plus feeling like I shouldn't spend the money is keeping me home. I feel like missing these events are the kinds of things that I will regret in the future...and yet, here I am, not going. Grr. I kind of wish I hadn't heard about them at all, because then I wouldn't have to feel bummed about missing them.

Alright, Still

I'm feeling a bit scattered at the moment so here is a barely coherent list of things I meant to talk about:

I'm getting my dad's bike. It probably needs new tires and brakes, and of course one of these, but that's okay. It's a bike and I'mma RIDE IT.

I'm really giddy about the nice weather, but sometimes I get bummed because I get home at 12 or whatever and everybody I know is still at their high-falutin' grown-up jobs and I feel like I don't have anybody to enjoy it with. So I decided today that I'm just going to go to the park and walk one of the trails by myself. That never really occurred to me before, but I don't know why. It's good for me, it will be nice, and (most importantly?) it's free. But uh, if I go missing one sunny afternoon, check the local parks for my car and question all suspicious-looking axe murderers and bears.

On Sunday my parents brought up two chairs for the mudhole and the gas for the grill. YAY. I've never really grilled anything but hot dogs. Let's change that, yeah? Party at my place! BYOEverything.

I'm going to need to go to Magic Mountain soon for mini-golf and possibly go-karts. Also, this weekend: Blades of Glory. All who are interested, please contact the Chaser.

My mom bought me a mood ring in Arizona. Hee! I was hoping it would turn black so I could pretend to be Vada Sultenfuss (ladies, I know you know what I'm talking about). Alas, it keeps going purple/dark blue, indicating that I am romantic and lovable. Oh pshaw, mood ring...*bats eyelashes*...I don't know what you're talking about.

Hmm. There was more, I'm sure. But my brain is all over dinner right now. Dinner dinner dinner. So I will talk to YOU later. Yes you.

That fucker eats cake!

Part A - Things that I like
-shopping
-watching The Office
-playing the Wii
-eating waffles
-listening to Mitch Hedberg
-not going to work

Part B - Things that I did this weekend
-see Part A

Haha, so I had a good weekend. Actually it was Monday and Tuesday, but it was the weekend to me. Over the actual weekend I also went to a St. P's shindig at Mary's and ate some green cake. Mmm for cake (of any color). My plans for the future include figuring out how to do an awesome scavenger hunt and purchasing and flying a kite.

As a follow-up to my last post....by 'meta' I was referring to the show's tendency lately to make jokes or commentary about itself. Like when Dr. Cox explains why all the different characters are funny or makes reference to the thoughtful voiceover as a sitcom device, or whatever. Just self-referential, wink-wink kind of jokes where it's like the characters are acknowledging that they're in a sitcom. Jokes about the show itself rather than just jokes. It's ok to a degree, and it happens a lot on shows like this, but still. It just rubs me the wrong way. I know a lot of people like it. And I'm sure this isn't the first complaint I've had about Scrubs. Sure, it's hilarious, but I also sometimes want to punch it in the face. You know, kind of how you feel about me.

Can't get no love from me

What's up with JD's scrubs lately? Last week he was wearing like baseball-jersey-style scrubs, where the sleeves and collar were one color blue and the body was another color. And then today he had ones with some sort of fancy stripey neckline. It's so weird. Do they really make scrubs like that, or are the costume designers just getting bored? (I mean, I'm sure there are all kinds of scrubs out there, but it's weird that only JD would suddenly start wearing them for no reason.)

Also, I think that Scrubs has gotten way too meta. I can handle a little bit of that, but Scrubs is so far over the line. I think it's lazy writing.

Thoughtses

I am feeling very crazy right now, and I'm not sure why. Let's try and sort it out.

1.) I have a lot of little things to do. I got a bunch of them done today (bank, bills, library, video store, laundry, etc) but there are many left. I made a list, which helps a little in feeling organized but also makes things worse because it makes it real how many things are on there. My possible case of ADD or whatever the hell else is wrong with my brain makes it extremely hard for me to any kind of "plan of attack" or to actually get these little things done. But I'm making progress. That's something.

2.) I am possibly having car trouble and am not sure when I will be getting it fixed. This is stressing me out A LOT because I am kind of stuck up here on my own if my car won't start...I can't get a ride to work or anything. I need to realize first of all that if my car won't start and I can't get to work, it's not the end of the world. Stuff like that happens to people all the time. But I feel really really bad about that kind of thing, which is why I have yet to ever call in sick to work or anything like that, even if I really don't feel like going. As lazy and irresponsible as I am, I feel guilty enough about missing one day of work (a 4 hour day, at that) for it to completely ruin my day. I remember the one day I couldn't go in after I broke my arm I just about blew my brains out. In any case, hopefully the car will be a-ok until I can get it fixed and then this will just all be a moot point.

3.) ...I can't think of anything else. Is that really all? Lord, I need therapy then. One thing that's bothering me is that I have a bad headache, and I think in my brain I'm associating that headache with stress and therefore assuming that I have a LOT on my mind, when in fact I'm pretty sure the headache is just leftover sinus crap from last week's cold.

On a more positive note, I had a fun weekend. I guess I didn't actually "do" anything, but it was sunny and gorgeous, I didn't have to work, I had fun hanging out with people, etc. I had, in fact, just been thinking that my life is really good right now. Haha, thanks for such a great Monday, universe. Suck it. Anyway, I am generally pretty happy these days and have many of the things in my life that I didn't have for a while. Additionally, I'm looking forward to spring and summer. I have some goals:

• Get outside more. The sun can be a pain in the ass but too bad.
• Do more actual activities and less sitting around.
• Eat more ice cream (always).
• Enjoy life. Kind of vague, but hey. I felt like putting it.

I hope that people don't hate me for writing long, boring shit like this. Sorry, but that's the kind of blog this is going to be, probably. In fact, if you are reading this, I wish that YOU would write me absurdly long-winded emails on a regular basis. That's one thing I miss. Back in my email heyday I could knock out a four page email every day, and getting them in return was just as good or better. So if you're ever bored or feel like blathering on and on about nothing, don't think for a second that I wouldn't love to read it. Hit me up!