SummerEnd

I've been prodded into writing my blog once again, and I'm sorry for the delay. My life has just been going, uh...well. Smoothly, even. Apart from having a crappy 8.00-an-hour job, I'm better off that I can remember being ever before. Weird, no?

sidenews: C broke up with his babymamma cus he's a slave to his (non-monogomous)nature, Sage is moving away from the city (um, why. It's Chicago, hon! You can get no better), Jess is buying a theater maybe and hiring me even maybe-er, Roomie's in Cleveland, and the family is holding it together, although October 10th is never a good day.

In my apartment, Dante is cuddling next to Cute Boyfriend's printer, and Cormac is chillaxing on the rug. They look over occasionally to make sure I'm not smuggling food. Dante is beautiful as ever, and Cormac has grown from a teeny puppling into an adorable young puppkins. He's redder, tall as my knee and uses his black-rimmed brown irises to give me emo-eyes and pout.

Cute Boyfriend is working at his coffee shoppe, and I have bookstore duty in about an hour. I have work until 11 tonight, and at 8:45am tomorrow morning, so I can only hope to kiss CB in his sleep after I get home tonight. Sigh.
I'm still seeking a non-retail job, wherein I can sit and type and even spend an entire day without directing bitchy tourists to the bathroom, or "paperbacks", or cafe where they leave piles of litter and magazines.


More later. Have to get ready for work. Hopefully, with my newly stable schedule, I'll be able to blog at least a few times a week. I'll certainly try.


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Paperback, for the record, is a method of binding, NOT a genre. Tourrrrrists!!!!