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Alright, it's time to do it up, bloggy-blog style!! Incidentally, before you read this and get all dissappointed with the poor-quality humor and lackluster writings, know that I'd written a KILLER one not ten minutes ago, but then accidentally closed a window instead of just one tab. Ha ha....ha. Yes, I'm a n00b. But I still have a great ass. So, THERE.

Subject change: New living accomodations. It's pretty chill in the apartment. Simple, clean, quiet. Kyle already had a lot of furniture, and I provided my eclectic collection of beanbags, not to be confused with lovesacs, becasue I don't have any of those. (No, that's not an innuendo. My personal beanbag isn't available to the public. If you're interested in applying for access rights, talk to me later. =P)

Work at the station is EXCELLENT. I'm loving it. We had a big MVA last week, and I got to see how I'd react to death and gore firsthand. I did well. No vomiting, or anything preventing me from doing my job. It was really good. If I couldn't handle that sort of thing, it'd end my career before I'd even begun.

Time to get ready for the day job. w00t. It's also time for you to comment. I'll leave you with one final thought. Why does the "end" key on the Mac not take me to the end of the line. Or, like, ANYWHERE. It's DUMB.






P.S. Dragonforce it.