| Hey, Chicago. I'm coming. April 30th- May 2nd or 3rd. What up.
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| Oh my god, I'm getting old. And responsible. And boring
I got this new job. I'm a maintenance man at Christ the King. I have to get up at seven every morning. I'm working hard and making money every day... damn. I like the physical work, but I'm the only person roughly my age and the other workers don't speak english much or at all so I don't really talk to anyone all day. Sometimes I kind of go crazy from the solitude or the heat or both. But it's good money, and I have a nice tan now, and I'm getting all skinny again, so I'm not complaining.
My baby came back to me last week. I missed her so much. But now with both of our work schedules I hardly get to see her anyways. Suck. But I made us reservations for a 5-course wine dinner at Joe D's in two weeks. Gonna be all romantic and delicious and drunk.
Chris bought that house, so we'll be moving in pretty soon, which I'm really excited about. And scared. More excited though. It's just that without a car it's going to be even more stressful getting to work on time. I'll have to take three busses to get all the way there. I'm already going to bed at 11:00pm. Now it's going to have to be 10:00. God, I'm getting old.
Love you all.
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| I'd forgotten how much it sucks to wake up with no one next to you. And it's gonna be like this for a whole week.  I miss you Monique. |
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