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So much to say, so little need to express it.
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I could talk about employee issues, my hopes for retiring by 50, random holiday crap, my lack of a life and how I need to get a good woman in my life (or just...a woman). But, I just don't have the energy. Or the will. Or, whatever. I like everything that is going on in my life these days, even the rotten stuff. I'v fired six people in less than three months. I'm not proud of this, but geez, people, you do it to yourself. If you can't give a crap about the business that is paying your wage you don't belong here.
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Ben Gibbard has a soothing voice. This Death Cab album will always remind me of the first few months I was in Wisconsin. I actually thought that SDRE had released a new song when I first heard "Soul Meets Body". Vocals are a bit similar to me, but when I finally listened to the entire album I realized just how much his voice wasn't like Jeremy Enigks'.
And yes, I know that the font just got weird. Tried fixing it. Stuipid Google Blogger.
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Regardless. I've probably listened to "What Sarah Said" forty times in the last week. I know too many people with cancer. I have too many friends who have friends with cancer.
"Love is watching someone die".
"So who's gonna watch you die".
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Every time I listen to this song all I picture is driving down Wash Ave at 3 a.m. Winter in Madison, WI is brutal, and the public radio is a thousand times worse. They always play the songs that will bring you to tears between midnight and 6 a.m. I think it may be a requirement by NPR. Part of their federal funding requirement or something I'm sure.
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I was going somewhere with all this. NHL is back. College football ended with a whimper from Notre Dame. I'm happy in Savannah.
I did meet a nice woman (the difference between "women" and "girls" is those I'm allowed to consider as date material) who is a rep for one of our beer/liquor distributors. I turned on the charm but neglected to check the ring finger. My trusted hostess took care of this for me and said that she was good to go. Added bonus: She liked my idiot stories about roaming about the midwest involving snow. Minus: Why is my daytime host concerned about the lack of women in my life? Eh.
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I started this blog on a whim when I was opening up the Toledo store two companies ago. 2005 seems like two lifetimes ago, if not more. I've been places I never even knew existed, made friends with folk I'll never see again, and worked crap hours that (maybe) I'll never have to again.
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I've been a few places, but the only one I miss is DC. Of all the places in the world I would have never expected to have lived (or worked!) it was DC. And for whatever reason it is stuck in me. I wake up every day missing the walk, the people, the places, the fucking metro, Eastern Market, my side of H Street (fucking hipsters).
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Assuming I ever have kids (HA!) at least their dad will have good stories for them.
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I could talk about employee issues, my hopes for retiring by 50, random holiday crap, my lack of a life and how I need to get a good woman in my life (or just...a woman). But, I just don't have the energy. Or the will. Or, whatever. I like everything that is going on in my life these days, even the rotten stuff. I'v fired six people in less than three months. I'm not proud of this, but geez, people, you do it to yourself. If you can't give a crap about the business that is paying your wage you don't belong here.
*
Ben Gibbard has a soothing voice. This Death Cab album will always remind me of the first few months I was in Wisconsin. I actually thought that SDRE had released a new song when I first heard "Soul Meets Body". Vocals are a bit similar to me, but when I finally listened to the entire album I realized just how much his voice wasn't like Jeremy Enigks'.
And yes, I know that the font just got weird. Tried fixing it. Stuipid Google Blogger.
*
Regardless. I've probably listened to "What Sarah Said" forty times in the last week. I know too many people with cancer. I have too many friends who have friends with cancer.
"Love is watching someone die".
"So who's gonna watch you die".
*
Every time I listen to this song all I picture is driving down Wash Ave at 3 a.m. Winter in Madison, WI is brutal, and the public radio is a thousand times worse. They always play the songs that will bring you to tears between midnight and 6 a.m. I think it may be a requirement by NPR. Part of their federal funding requirement or something I'm sure.
*
I was going somewhere with all this. NHL is back. College football ended with a whimper from Notre Dame. I'm happy in Savannah.
I did meet a nice woman (the difference between "women" and "girls" is those I'm allowed to consider as date material) who is a rep for one of our beer/liquor distributors. I turned on the charm but neglected to check the ring finger. My trusted hostess took care of this for me and said that she was good to go. Added bonus: She liked my idiot stories about roaming about the midwest involving snow. Minus: Why is my daytime host concerned about the lack of women in my life? Eh.
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I started this blog on a whim when I was opening up the Toledo store two companies ago. 2005 seems like two lifetimes ago, if not more. I've been places I never even knew existed, made friends with folk I'll never see again, and worked crap hours that (maybe) I'll never have to again.
*
I've been a few places, but the only one I miss is DC. Of all the places in the world I would have never expected to have lived (or worked!) it was DC. And for whatever reason it is stuck in me. I wake up every day missing the walk, the people, the places, the fucking metro, Eastern Market, my side of H Street (fucking hipsters).
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Assuming I ever have kids (HA!) at least their dad will have good stories for them.
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