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Bloggy Blog #91

  Hello, you may remember me from posts about my hockey journey, the Quad City DJ's, and tweets that received the fewest interactions ever. I'm here to let you know that after my very long and probably necessary hiatus here, that I am back! I am back because a lot of things have happened. Namely, people in my life passed, and other social media I've been using have gone to shit. And so, here we are. Let's compile a rundown of events lately, shall we?

THINGS THAT HAVE HAPPENED: Well, plenty! The last Bloggy Blog appears to be August 2021. Certainly feels like a long time ago. Perhaps in that time you got married, had a child, or won the lottery. Who knows! I certainly didn't do any of those things. Winning the lottery sure would have been nice, though. 

I had to relocate for a little while. Maybe permanently? Who the hell knows anymore. I'm fresh out of ideas and patience with my life anymore. 

I finally paid for professionals to cut my hair (see Bloggy Blog 90). Twice now, and maybe a third time soon. 

Fuck my parent's cars forever. 


THINGS THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN: I didn't need to evacuate twice for hurricanes. 

 I didn't win the lottery. 

I didn't eat any ice cream at all this summer*


SOMETHING UNUSUAL YOU'RE DOING NOW THAT PERHAPS YOU WEREN'T DOING MUCH BEFORE: I've been to cemeteries more often than usual. 

I've been buying my father pizza. 

Putting quarters into a laundry machine.


SOMETHING NOT UNUSUAL YOU ARE STILL DOING: Bottling up things!

Mildly using vodka as a coping mechanism!

Writing?**


CAN WE HAVE A SILLY OLD PIC OF YOU SINCE WE LONG FORGOT ABOUT YOU: Sure. 



WHAT'S GOING ON THERE? It is 30 degrees with a light snow. I am wearing shorts. Tomorrow I will have a Muscle Milk for breakfast then call some places.


Anyway, here we are again. Welcome. I'll post more, honest. Good, wholesome content***


*this is very very false

**eh, sure?

***if you're nice



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