The Road We Choose Isn’t Always The Road Home
Hello Ladies! What’s going on with everyone?! How are your New Year’s resolutions progressing? I hope you weren’t squashed while standing underneath the ball when it dropped on New Year’s Eve–though from our drunken conversation on the phone that night, I don’t think you were and your lack of postings must be due to some other irrevocable phenomenon.
I’m back in good old LeRoy for a while–living with The Fam and working on the line at The Rio Bamba. This restaurant is not a good match for me at all, but I’m just going to hang on to it until The European Tour. I love being at home (except for the job part) and have to say that I am really enjoying the cold and snow for the first time in a long time!
Only a couple of my friends are still living in the area, and most of them work during the day while I work at night, so I’m not exactly partying it up every night. Quite the contrary in fact, I usually get home between 11 and midnight, and study Italian until I fall asleep. Woohoo!! But really, who needs parties when you have verbs to conjugate?!
Other than that I’ve just been working out at two different gyms and with a personal trainer named Jake–who is extremely H-O-to-the-T, but who I’m not interested in romantically. I’ve also been taking long walks through the cemetery with Minnie Mae Cranowski.
So, as you can see, I’m in no need of entertainment, but if any of you feel like letting us know what you’re up to, I might be able to make a minute somewhere in this busy schedule to read it…
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