Oh Miles, how I miss you. You never fail to crack me up and I live for your laugh. That random Heh bellowing from your gut makes a smile appear on my face that cannot be erased. Alas, you live semi-far away (well Clevo, but you don't have a car, so it's a one way friendship really). We have a mutual love of a gal named Angie, and both want to move to Philly one day. Well, you already have, but want to move back. Anyhoo, It was real nice to see you the other day, even though it was under stupid Don Vito circumstances. You remain forever my dude.Work was one hell of a soul sucker today. I am real sick of my staff blowing off their responsibilities. Yes, they may be cashiers, but I attempt to make their meaningless jobs as interesting and fun as possible and they do not seem to realize or care. I guess I care, so I feel that they should also. No one wants to make a career out of this (with the exception of Tahli and maybe Nicol).
I am feeling really shitty today and do not want to sit in Ezra's closet of a room and make a valiant effort to do my homework without his distractive nature. I just want to relax and watch Six Feet Under. Peter Krause gives my life new meaning.
I need a vacation...I miss my Angie
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