I don't mean to say goodbye too soon

Hey blog.

Do you even read this anymore? I can't be sure. I wouldn't be totally surprised if you don't get the chance to. But, on the off chance you do, I'm gonna keep blogging. Only for you, you fucker.

2013 is going well. At least, so far. I'm trying to make something of this year. I have all these goals and shit. And we'll see if I can stay motivated enough to achieve them.

I already made myself write something new for dA. It might not be Truth, but I think it's pretty okay! I think I got the emotions just about perfect. Just about.

I might get to meet Hannah Hart this year. AAAAHHH! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! I know it's kinda dumb, but she's been very inspirational to me for the last few months. I've definitely increased my obsession level to maximum for her. And it's just cool that I might get to meet and maybe have a beer with one of my favorite (pseudo) celebrities.

I am going to see what I can do about being an Assistant Store Leader. Now I know you're staring at your screen, smirk on your lips and an eyebrow raised. Lemme finish you dick. I've been on the register a LOT more lately. It's been nice. So nice. Like, I think the reason why I've been so... happy lately is because I haven't really been in the kitchen. I had a short week this week on top of that, so I got to chill at home. Well, kind of. I was super sick, but it was probably better I got sick when I DIDN'T have to be at work all the time forever.

Anyway, I'm looking at being an ASL because, well, honestly, I need the cash. Is that a little fucked up? Maybe! But I would be able to make ends meet AND I would potentially get to move to Sun Prairie, depending on what kind of openings are there. Obviously, just because I'm going to talk to Michelle about it, doesn't mean I'm GOING to be an ASL anytime soon. But hopefully within a year or two, you know?

Shit man, I have fucking GOALS. When the fuck did that happen?

Also, I've finally, fucking, FINALLY, outlining a pitch for Cracked. I need to do it. Even if I fail. I'll go til I get it right. Even if it's just one article. I need to prove to myself I can do it.

I think Sammy said it best "If I don't write, there's nothing else I can offer the world." Perhaps that's a little over dramatic, but... you know. I think I can make something happen with this. 2013: Year of the Takeover.

I'm also actively working out again, but this time I'm actually eating somewhat better. Like, mostly working on portion sizes. And more water instead of Dew. Is it weird if my goal is that the only soda I'll have is in alcohol? That's normal, right?

Yes, I am still your favorite drunk. Don't lie.

We're trying to figure out cabin things this year. I know shits sticky right now, but let me (or probably Sam) know. We're thinking mid June. The 11th, I believe, was a date we were looking at.

How was your interview? I see you had one. I hope it went well. How was Mexico? Fun fact: I had yet another dream about you the other day and, hey guess what, you died. I woke up, frustrated because I couldn't just send you another "hey you're not really dead, right?" texts. But then I pulled up Twitter on my phone and you had retweeted Grumpy Cat. And I do believe it was something rather egotistical. It made me smile.

You fuck.

Anyway. That's me. I hope things are going well. Hopefully we'll get to talk soon. I... definitely don't miss you chastising the ever living fuck out of me. Nope.
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Gonna dance for all that we've been through

Happy new years you fucker.

I miss talking to you.
Fucker.

2013; year of the take over.

Bank on it.

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