It is a quiet Saturday morning. Joe is sleeping like a baby with the fan blowing at mock 10 and Jack is tucked up under my feet. Last night, the rain came and I am hoping that it washed away the moving blues. I am happy to be here. It is just that after the incredibly action filled summer that I had, sitting in one place and unpacking my entire life feels a little like a punishment. Unfortunately, there is no magic wand for moments like these. There is no card to draw to “move ahead 3 spaces through this difficult transition.” Then, the problem is that I start to feel guilty about it. I feel guilty about wishing time away. What a horrible thing to do with such a fragile idea, time. So, here I go. Onward and straight through all of this baggage to the other side.
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The apartment will be wonderful, but do not come visit us if you want everyone to look like you.
201 West 38th Street
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We did force ourselves out of the house for a good time last night. Nothing says party like eating in the street, crazed drunk dudes, snorting foam, ice cubes that light up and getting beer spilled on you.
If this guy is your role model, you might be going to hell.
Yes, we are adults. Yes, this is my friend. Yes, he is snorting the foam off of a beer.
I’m pretty sure these things should not be in anyones mouth.
Ryan made his point, incase you were wondering.
Your apartment i beautiful! And I just love that lamp!
those red ice cube shots seem a bit too graphic for the blog!
yay red friday! yay for carrie coated in Miller Lite! yay for Brian Wagner!
McCall is a real DICK for pouring that beer on you! I thought that his outrageous temper would fade once he got back to the midwest… I guess not.
Remember Carrie – Time heals all….or lots of beers tonight at poker – take your pick! Yes, I am at work commenting on your blog—–Screw the MAN!
Is the floor in the bathroom wooden?