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The FORTRESS of SOLITUDE

"So morbid...a sentimental replica of a planet long since vanished..."
~ General Zod

 

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Good mornin', y'all!

The weekend that was...well, it was fun, for sure. Nothing too intense. The most intense thing had to be a drinking 'binge' with Ian. I put 'binge' in quotes because I'm nearly 30 years old and two pitchers of beer is daunting...

Had a great time, though, as usual.

The boyfriend ended up on my doorstep on Sunday morning. We managed to fit in 3 Dallas episodes, but he has YET to find out who did the shooting. I believe we'll get to that tonight and he can finally dump my ass for mental torture.

My good buddy Chris came over last night for the first time in months. We get together very sporadically, but like it is with all good friends, it's as if no time has past. Chris and I met each other at Sheridan College, which we were both attending at the same time. We met through mutual friends but became really close when a roommate of mine managed to get us evicted without our knowledge. I went to work one day and got a call from said roommate asking me what i wanted to pack...because they were changing the locks. WTF?! This girl that I knew had a spare couch so I crashed there. One of her roommates was Chris and he and I hung out for days at a time. Really formed a good bond.

Anyway, enough sappy crap. We had fun.

That's about it for now, Earthlings!

 

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