Yesterday is the last time I'll see her.  It's for the better.  She left in tears.  And it's killing me. 

And that makes number 3! Okay, that's enough heartache for tonight, gnite!

Holy snapplecakes! I'm back! That's right peoples! Rumoku is finally back after...whoa, has it been two years already?

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Wow. Time flies even when you're not having fun. Sigh. Typical. Anyway, since my last post, I finished college, broke up, broke back in, got a job, quit that job to get another job, became a government spy (sorta true, but I like to believe that it is because it makes the job bearable), broke up again after I came back from work in another country (from Trinidad and Tobago! Right before Christmas! It really is a magical time of the year! I really shouldn't have bought her a present...), broke back in and then here we are.

I may or may not have glossed over some details, but look on the bright side: More fodder for another post.

So anyway, after a lot of nagging from my brother in law I've finally taken up painting. He tells me that I should sell them and earn loads of money. Being the effervescent ball of optimism I am, I told him no one would be crazy enough to pay money for what I paint. Still, it's a nice thought and this Saturday I swear to myself that I will sit down and actually paint something.
Really! Maybe! Unless I get sleepy. Man, I sleep way too much now that I'm a g-man.

And after that word rush, I'm pooped. And that's the way it is. Thanks, Walter Cronkite.