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I know, I know. "Who the fuck is this guy? He looks like someone I used to know but, shit, I haven't seen him in so long, I thought maybe he died."

Yes, I have disappeared off the face of the earth.
No, I'm not quite back yet.
I've been really really busy.

I miss the snide comments or remarks and the offers of unconditional love so, I thought I'd poke my head in and tell you I'm ok and I'll be back as soon as work slows down and I get some beer in me and find something interesting to talk about.

Not a slump, just really fucking busy.

No Voss, I haven't been reading. I have been walking though. I've been doggiesitting my friend's dog a lot and she and I have become bestest buds. I take that bitch (obvious and overused play of words, I know) everywhere and we have a great time. So, the walking is still on. In fact, that leads to my next big announcement.



Drum roll please.




I know at least one of you did a little tapping thing on their desk/table/computer sitting surface. Don't lie.


I've decided to walk in the Avon Breast Cancer walk.

I can't give you a reason other than I like boobs. I mean, a distant aunt had it and though I'm close to her, in a way, it isn't something I'd do because of her. That isn't as bad as it sounds. I guess I'm saying that when I decided to do it, she wasn't the first thing to come to mind.

My mother never had it. I'd like to think that it was partly because of preventative measures which benefit from organizations like this. That would make me happy.

But, in the end, it was my love of boobs and this little tickle thing that I should be doing something good with my life and the fact that I need something to motivate my walking habits that lead me to this decision. (Why the fuck did it have to be in San Francisco though. Those fucking hills are gonna be the death of me.)

Once I get all the details, I might post a donation thingy on my blog. Don't feel you have to donate but if you do, I'd send you the nicest thank you note I could find. (Motivational pics of boobies would also be accepted. Does that make me a perv? Absolutely)

Anyhow, that's all for now. For those of you who do not have a Peet's Coffee in your state, I cannot begin to express the joy I am about to go indulge myself in. Happy Friday. Go get drunk.