So I'm back at the house (hoping for the sexy time to happen). Kathy griffin is on bravo. Her standup is pretty decent. Austie, Diesel, and Meadow are the cutest damn things, even though I'm scared as shit of them.
My double sucked. At least my break did. I ended up driving back to mooresville for absolutely no reason at all. Amanda was at her real house, sleeping in her real bed. I just killed time until she woke up, when we ate b-dubs. It was nice.
Amanda. I'm telling you. No one reads my damn blog. Really. I could say whatever the hell I want and no one would give a shit. Really. I really hope you start to read my blog though. Maybe that would serve as motivation for writing in it daily (like I've vowed to do). Thank you honey. You've filled me, yet again, with purpose.
I often think of something that causes me to say to myself, "I gotta remember that for the next time I bloggy." but I never remember. If I start taking notes, I may come up with a reader or two. Maybe. Ryan bundy.
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