Hey guys, guess what? I’m alive. Back after an unprecedented absence, I bet you all are just aching for a piece of my life.
Well, I have STORIES! I have real things that happened to me. Crazy, right?
Let’s start with Friday night. I went to a dance/club thingy and had a ton of fun. I danced like an animal with many attractive people and then danced like an animal more with a few less attractive people and it was an awesome time.
I got to see Zach and Yolanda and Kyle, and now I’m being boring listing off a ton of people none of you glorious readers even know about.
So, moving on, the next day, I slept in, and then I went to Menomonie with my friend Grace and we ate at the Acoustic, which is an amazing little Cafe that serves natural and organic foods and is just generally awesome. We wandered around the town, and then rented a movie (The Changeup, oh my god, so funny) and went back to Grace’s.
She has this basement, which I swear to Allah is more like a fall-out center for vegans, full of all this natural, no animal or animal by-products food that is packaged so well that it would last at least forty years. It’s pretty great.
We had all this sour candy, and so now my tongue is pretty raw and wouldn’t be very happy with me if I say, kissed someone or tried to eat a french fry. We then went to sleep, and woke up around 9 the next morning, which was…ehhh.
We watched TV for a bit and then I came home.
All these people from my past are beginning to resurface in my life randomly, and it’s causing me a wee bit of discomfort. Some of them, it’s nice to hear from, and the rest of them need to go climb up a really tall tree 50 miles from me and stay there. I’m sorry, I just don’t like some people from my past, and that is why they are a part of my past and not my present.
Eh, it’s all good. Now, I’m off to keep trying to make plans, whilst watching crappy tv and wasting my day away. Go July.