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Never a real moment's rest:

I went up to Atlanta last weekend..or before that, really, to get away from one heartbreak and visit a friend.

I saw the Asylum Street Spankers. They did kick much ass, and...god. I want the pianist. Dressed up like a 30's honky-tonk ragtime pianist perfectly fit his bill, and smoking a cigarette...anyway.

I ended up not doing much, finding a peace of mind that I can't even possibly begin to describe except as a...lack of separation from the entire world at large. And getting a new tattoo, which wasn't exactly on the menu at the time, but was right.

I also, finally, got fucking hired. I love my job. I'm a barista. And having training on St. Patrick's Day in Savannah...every day following is a cake walk, yes it is.

Then school started, four classes, which for those of you who don't go to SCAD is the equivalent to voluntarily giving up sleep. Well, at least with work it is.

And then I went to the housewarming barbecue of a guy I don't even know, because he invited everyone at work. Not to mention I never saw anyone at work at the barbecue. I was so tempted to leave the first ten minutes, but ended up staying for six and a half hours. And he gave me a bottle of chocolate liquor for no particular reason. It smells so fucking good.

Also during break, I hung out with mrsmead and his friend. They both kick so much major ass. You hear that Snr Smead? You kick major ass.

I have ten hours of homework left to finish, and that's only for the one class.

My ex boyfriend is now going out with the best friend he made when we were going through some rough times. SHIT, that sounds wrong, but really, it isn't. It's a very particular situation, and I dig 'em both, and it's relieved much tension between the three of us. Plus that means I'm so singly-single it is exhilirating. Not to be available, which I'm not interested, but to be SINGLE.

Pass the fuckin' cigar.

How have you been?